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Life In a Tent - Out of a Suitcase

I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth, would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up. No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame), the clear-cutting of forests, Paul Bunyan (with Blue Ox named ‘Babe)’ (1) tried to trade! ‘Whites’ own much of the blame, though for rape of the planet, dark thoughts they’re God’s race, when Christ’s color was darker, church clothes splashed with red! Each one’s skin is a tent that they wear! Is God’s mirth that skin’s not our design, and it’s fragile? Our “cup” may “run over,” but “Grace” is its content. We ‘name’ things around us. Is God a Creator Who ‘knew’ I’d write poems before Earth congealed, knew I’d ‘tame’ (2) Souls around me who’d trust me to ‘serve them,’ not chase skirt’s illusion, trust their ‘will’ would ‘serve me,’ God’s bread? Each new day’s a full suitcase ‘God?’ gifts us at dawn as our future flows toward us, frame dreamer’s repasts for one sleeping’s not absent, their spirit gains ground. (3) Our suitcases have boundaries, intellect’s GIF that we nourish (don’t own or define)! Fates are found as they pass us (not dreamed with known tool kits) that hint there’s an infinite mind (one no mortal can grok). Thought leans forward or backward (for logic’s a rock that survival deems potent)? Soul mocks views that TINT faith’s belief ‘we can know.’ That’s why faith’s so profound! It reflects on God’s leading (a heavenly riff?)! Faith in logic gets tested, its truth is not bound to what fools think is true, Earth’s not center that lasts though high priests kill their foes. Such truth fades with a yawn! Brian Johnston 3rd of April in 2022 Poet’s Notes: ‘Philosophy’ that lives, gives breath to thoughts that lead to better death. (A paraphrase of Cicero) (1) Paul Bunyan’s tales are American Folklore about a mythical logger and his pet Ox (who helped him move felled trees. (2) To “tame” someone is one process of making a friend as described by “The Little Prince” in Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s book of the same name. (3) REM sleep (with its dreams) refreshes the brain and seems to help us meet both old and new challenges.

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