Look over at your neighbor
no matter near or far
they just may need that simple spark
to raise them where you are

a sip of some CLEAN water
satisfying taste of grains
and knowing “education”
is more than boxed in brains

to know that this world’s history
has writers you can’t count
and those that are down on their knees
three names one maker shout

And, so I pause not say adieu
the end’s not here quite yet
just look around and you’ll have found
that this moment is a fete

VIVIAN MAIER was such a Human, BEING, getting out into the World that kissed her on her forehead, in her youth, and held its hand up to whatever was outside Vivian’s doors.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vivian_Maier)

For all that we “do” with this communicational tool, with its ablilities to transform, translate… “TRANSMOGRIFY”… the things that it does it IS, ALWAYS, a blessing that there are those that have been TOO BUSY, to find as many INSTANCES of HUMANNESS that THEIR time here will allow.And, to take JUST ENOUGH of that allotment to “ENTOMB” their works safely enough that a “LORENZO” CROFT,
( http://womensvoicesforchange.org/tag/john-maloof), may FIND said tomb to bring this world…GIFTS of a LIFETIME.
Vivian Maier gave this world a better insight into its parts …

…
She couldn’t just sit and watch the world go bye after a “fragrant” cup of ‘Coco’. She knew that “pretty” was PASSE’.
These GIFTS would have lasted into many more lives if Mr. Maloof hadn’t been led to them so quickly, the medium of FILM is being lost to modern things, as is everything “electronically saved” today, “FILM”, ( As ALL other types to preserve “THAT that has been before”.), should be continued so that there may be more moments that “we” can register a moment in TIME.

there’s something “out there” when we feel weak
intelligence for what we seek
the “ONE” that made all this possible
was tired of voids, so filled it full
with thoughts so small we’ll never find
made living things from fertile brines
who created strange as beautiful
made new creations, the old Time culls
this unknown gift we call as ‘GOD’
may be “HIS” kind’s child, they applaud
OUR time is learning, failures many
so, what are YOUR thoughts, here’s a penny

Kites rise HIGHEST
AGAINST a WIND… not WITH it.

With that, my closing words are a reminder of a children’s story where a Chicken asks the assistance of “friends” to create food. Planting, weeding, watering, pruning, cutting, winnowing, threshing, grinding, sifting, kneading, baking. “Friends” were EXTREMELY willing to join in on the EATING part of the exercise. I hope that isn’t the action here… BUT, I’ll see if I can reach the Troposphere. I’d like for my Mother to see her Great-Grand Childrens’ BIRTHDAYS, and I’ve got a TOOL to help.

…It’s not facing life on “Life’s” terms, that’s what we don’t want to talk about. Or CAN’T.And, then, life is beautifully disrupted and I see all the serendipitous moments have been orchestrated I stand in awe. Farther than I could imagine I would ever be and, closer to the knowledge of the need to be led instead of ‘LEAD’. In my inability to be “UNDERSTOOD”, and a desire to UNDERSTAND.
Where are you GOD!?! What am I to learn from my own PRIDE!?! Why, when I don’t know what to FEEL, do I choose PAIN? Is it self inflicted, or am I just being DISIPLINED? When I’m not willing to change You always give me options. It’s never cut and dried, You give me the choice of the outcome but, You are there to fill me back up again when I run empty. But, never until I come to the point that I can’t do this on my own and admit to myself, (And, really to others.). Because, public acknowledgement is the true form of confession. Anything less is autonomous. And to confess publicly is the truest form of PRAISE that I let people know. I can NOT do this by my own…

The chapters to follow are not known to the “owner” of this Blog, but the AUTHOR, (Jay Jacks) is LIVING them as you read.

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… so that smiles can touch everyone’s face.

*If this doesn’t load directly to your screen I apologize. My thought was to bring some INCLUSION to this post, but it seems that I cannot bring the AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE folks their due. No matter, this blog is about ‘FAITH’, GROWTH and UNDERSTANDING. The time of a year where the heat stimulates our preparations of joyous renewals and patiences.