616 An ox in the well 7-29-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

The ox fell into the well.
What it was doing dancing
on the stone walls of the oasis
is no concern to me.
That he might not have
is no concern to me.
But the possibility
is essential because it
pushes me,
as it did the Pharisees
to answer His question.

But how ever they replied,
He had them.
So their answer was silence
and He, smiling at the broken man,
fixed him,
reaffirming in healing
an eternal meaning.
And as his eyes smile,
He shatters all attempts to
codify loving kindness,
to force it
into some
drip
by
drip,
man
written,
man
ruled
faucet.
Rather, He opens the floodgates of only love.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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