For the Glory of God and our own Delight, Day Thirty One

For love of God and my own amusement. This is the phrase that comes to me now, and perhaps this would be a sweet way to consider our day.

Bach, supposedly, when asked why he had 22 kids, or whatever it was, and wrote a thousand works of music, or whatever it was, and his answer was:

"For my own amusement and the Glory of God."

What would the day be like today
and tomorrow
to see if both these
could be part and parcel
(whatever that means)
of the great game of life.

Sometimes I see the two aims of being present
and being of good cheer sufficient
to keep my life at a very sweet
and fine level.

And the Glory of God
has a slightly different ring to it
than being present,
though in the present the glory
of being alive
certainly shines through.

This is your game today,
just be delighted with whatever and all that
you do,
and find some deeper glory
to it.

How?

This is your discovery.

Dig in.

Wake up.

Slow down, less effort, more attention.

Learning.

All for you, all for God.

For the glory of God
and
your own amusement.

See where that goes!!!


Good.

morning is always

as long as we
live

morning
will keep
rolling
around

no matter
how
early

we wake
up
in the middle
of the night

God
God
God

in the dark
and
then
the coming of
the day

what a sweet
gift

this rolling Earth
that hides
and unveils

the sun
again
and
again

and
even behind the clouds

again

the glory of life

the glory
of this
only
now
can we be
fully
yes
and this
now
is
not the last one
and who's
counting

what counts
is
this
love
of whatever
we are loving
and sky cloud song bird bird song
slight wink
high links
low down
to the ground

it's all around
life

you gotta
love
it

no you
don't gotta
you can
love it
now

the choice
is mine
your
s
ours

shall we dance
all our sweet
ness
in this
glory??

yes

and as Gerald Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
once wrote:

Glory be to God for dappled things,
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow,
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced, fold, fallow and plough,
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange,
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim.
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change;
Praise him.

so happiness
of driving
an SUV up a desert
cliff
ala
tv ads
years ago
when i had a tv
dumb
not happiness

the happiness
of following
our breathing
while we listen
to someone
we love
talk
(and who is there not to
love
in this silly
wonderful
and amazing world)

the happiness
of looking at the sky
the birds
the Earth

hey,
happy Earth Day

great little article
by Richard Dale
today
in the Sonoma Index Trib

and you
could,
without too much trouble
find some
Earth oriented things
here and there
on this site

and hey,
this is just a computer

you are alive
i am alive

let'
s
get outside
and walk
slowly
and delightfully
in this glorious
day
of
our lives


yes

Love is waiting

let's say this:
God is waiting for us
to love
Reality

or,
God is Reality
what for us to love
her

or:
Reality is God
waiting for us
to love
it
him
her
ourselves
our breathing
our toes
our discoveries
made in moments of not trying
too hard,
but awake to the possibilities
that there is something to
learn

and anyway
Love is waiting
for us
to Come Home
to her
sweet
Loving
of us
Loving
the World
Loving us

that sounds
too good to be
true
doesn't it?

oh, well