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What do I have a GIVENNESS NOW to?

Never a skinny love.

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order’s tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different “kind”
I’ll be holding all the tickets 
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?  (Lyrics by Justin Vernon, performed by Bon Iver)

…cut the ropes and let me fall, whenever there’s a “thinness” to it all.

I have a GIVENNESS NOW to never a skinny love.

What do I have a GIVENNESS NOW to?

A loudness never loud enough.

“I will sing a song for you, my God, with everything I have in me
But it’s never loud enough after all.”  David Crowder, Mike Dodson, Matt Maher and Mark Waldrop, After All (Holy) 

…after all.

I have a GIVENNESS NOW to a loudness never loud enough.

What do I have a GIVENNESS NOW to?

A brilliance never bright enough.

“I can’t comprehend Your infinitely beautiful and perfect love
Oh, I’ve dreamed dreams of majesty as brilliant as a billion stars
But they’re never bright enough after all.”  David Crowder, Mike Dodson, Matt Maher and Mark Waldrop, After All (Holy)

…after all.

I have a GIVENNESS NOW to a brilliance never bright enough.

What do I have a GIVENNESS NOW to?

Always moving yet never leaving anything behind.


“Humanity does not pass through phases as a train passes through stations: being alive, it has the privilege of always moving yet never leaving anything behind.  Whatever we have been, in some sort we still are.  Neither the form, nor the sentiment of this old poetry has passed away without leaving indelible traces on our minds.”
C.S. Lewis, The Allegory of Love

I am on this train that Clive Staples Lewis once wrote of. 


…perspectives change. 

…indelibility remains. 


Now, a newness of hues. 

Then, trueness of views.  





I am not really sure where I am headed

…nor do I really know where I have been.



But I’ll never get to where I need to go,

….if I hadn’t been where I needed to be.








From station to station. 


From glory to glory.




I have a GIVENNESS NOW to always moving yet never leaving anything behind.

What do I have a GIVENNESS NOW to?

The image of God multiplied, never monotonous.


Multiplied?

Monotonous?


“I have said that St. Francis deliberately did not see the wood for the trees.  It is even more true that he deliberately did not see the mob for the men.  What distinguishes this very genuine democrat from the mere demagogue is that he never either deceived or was deceived by the illusion of mass-suggestion.  Whatever his taste in monsters, he never saw before him a many-headed beast. 

He only saw the image of God multiplied, but never monotonous.

To him a man was always a man and did not disappear in the dense crowd any more than the desert.  He honored all men; that is, he not only loved but respected them all.  

What gave him his extraordinary powers was this; that from the Pope to the beggar, from the Sultan of Syria in his pavilion to the ragged robbers crawling out of the wood, there was never a man who looked into those brown burning eyes without being certain that Francis Bernardone was really interested in him; in his own inner individual life from the cradle to the grave; that he himself was being valued and taken seriously, and not merely added to the spoils of some social policy or the names of some clerical document. 

Now, for this particular moral or religious idea there is no external expression except courtesy.  Exhortation does not express it, for it is not mere abstract enthusiasm; beneficence does not express it, for it is not mere pity.  It can only be conveyed by a certain grand manner which may be called good manners. 

We may say if we like that St. Francis, in the bare and barren simplicity of his life, had clung to one rag of luxury; the manners of a court.  But whereas in a court there is one king and a hundred courtiers, in this story there was one courtier, moving among a hundred kings.  For he treated the whole mob of men as a mob of kings.  And this was really and truly the only attitude that will appeal to that part of a man to which he wished to appeal.”  The Little Poor Man, from The Collected Works of G.K. Chesterton


See the wood or the trees…democrat or demagogue…man in the dense crowd or the desert?  Deceive or deceived?

Love and respect, value and take seriously…the Pope to the beggar…the Sultan to the robbers.  Treat the whole mob of men…as a mob of kings. 

To be one courtier among a hundred kings…all certain that I am really interested in each of them. 


The image of Francis Bernardone. 

The brown eyes…deliberately distinguishing
…the multiplicity…not the monotony…of the image of God.


I have a GIVENNESS NOW to the image of God multiplied, but never monotonous.