2020-04-05

to know as we are known

... For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; but when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child: now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love. 1Cor.13:6-13  ASV



For now we see, as though through a mirror
[a mirror made of polished metal plate,
well bronze that’s beaten - sil-ver was dearer -
by hammers; smiths would try to make it straight]!

When tarnish then corrodes with green or black,
the mirrors would show “darkly” when you looked.
The world within the mirror would be stacked
with many things unclear-er than if took

to eye-balling the people or the world
around you, without mirror in-between.
For who knows Love (that’s not just has been told
about it) are like children who’ve been weaned*:

they look to see their mother not just for
what they can get from her - like their next feed,
but love’s awakened something that’s much more;
they recognize her face, not just their need.

When starting to know her, not just the facts
about her, her child’s starting to be real,
to know some of her secret thoughts, & acts,
her motives and commitments, how she feels…

This childlike knowledge (diff’rent from “child-ish”),
the kind of knowledge God has now of us,
is more concerned with knowing someone's wish,
& recognizing them - without much fuss.

But “darkly” also meant  in parable,
enigma, puzzle, figure, mystery.
Though followers of Christ seem gullible,
the crucial, central figure here is HE.



* Psalm 101131

mushroom here?

mushroom there?

She waltzed into the room the other day
and said that as she came on down the Drive
from town, about a block or so away
just sitting on the footpath was a hive

of fly-by-nighters that had landed there
within their fairy circle on the ground.
She told me just to spread the news, and stare
at what I'd do. To see if I would bound

to pick them up, and savour what they gave
quite freely, just before someone might mow
them off into oblivion, to save
them from their missing being tasted. So

I though a better opp-or-tune-ity
might not be floating round about for long.
I said "D'ya want to come along with me?"
She didn't baulk, but jumped in "Smile, and song!"

And when we got there, as an "exercise",
and saw a one, and then another too.
Both big and small & ev'ry other size.
It made me start to wonder what I do

on ev'ry day these past four years, and now
when I am travelling right along this street,
and then tomorrow, when there's been a shower,
will I pick them to join us when we meet?

So when we got a bucket-full that day
I felt like Bev had loaned her eyes to me.
Her smiling news then watched me lead the way,
her methods opened, made much room to be.



 Half of the day's pickings:


















A prod to see how well I see things.... Do I have much room in my mind, to allow me to see different things to what I expect? Do I have much room in my life to be able to follow the thread and learn to act and see differently? Oh God we (well I) need your help to keep growing.