I really want to thank you all for being here. I'm really excited about collaborating with all of you on the new performance-based assessment metrics for sustainable outcomes. I hope you got a lot from this training and I look forward to hearing how you all unpack these new tools for implementing client-focused strength-based community development when you get back to your various agencies. We all know the future is in measurable outcomes so let's keep each other in the loop and think outside the box when it comes to protocol deviations. Thanks again for being here (in the results based data-driven outcome-oriented future also known as HELL). PS: I don't even know what "outcomes" are.

The Adverse Event was not so much a breach of transparency or a mere data deviation as much as it was, in retrospect, a full-blown protocol violation. The control group, although they were not informed, still perceived challenges to their collective self-esteem and thus, the entire collaboration was assessed as globally unsustainable. Results-driven outcomes will enhance and further inform best practices with reference to the emerging metric.

The challenge is to put this in 10 syllable rhyming ABBA sonnet form.

Come on Paul. Did you mean it's onGOING? Were you just having a bad day when you wrote that (under the inspiration of God's Holy Spirit of course...)? Ummmm - how can I STOP hearing the groaning of creation, Paul? It gets depressing after a while. Dang. Need some earplugs or something... Makes me want to read the PSALMS, for Christ's sake... Hey honey could you grab that Davidic parchment please - and hey since you're over there could you also fill my cup until it runneth over? Thanks babe. Luv ya'. You're the best!

"For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now. Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body."   [Romans 8:22,23]

Let us then go forth, with Paul of Tarsus (and all those he claimed to speak for), into the convulsing uterine shudderings of this imminent birth. Let us behold, together, in utter theological clarity this first spasm of contracting pangs as the great cervix now reaches maximum dilation. Do you hear it brothers and sisters? Do you hear the the unceasing groaning throughout every level of the fallen creation? Oh Lord - it is horror just to listen to it for a second - he said the WHOLE CREATION groans and labors. (One wonders: does it ever STOP?) Let us tremble with the whole creation into the bloody throes of the threshold of emergence from the dark mother's birth canal into true life. Into the harsh light. Into the ever-imminent Kingdom of God. The waters have broken and here it comes now - wrapped in bloody placenta and yes Paul - it's ALWAYS a crisis of birth - all the time, right? Isn't this what you meant? The poor creation - she's not even sure if she will make it. She's biting on a towel - oh how undignified she looks - her legs all splayed open as the new creation begins crowning... She(this present creation) now wishes now she had had the epidural. She's grunting and sweating as she pushes the thing out...what is it? She's whimpering and screaming at once. PUSH now...push HARDER.. 1,2,3 PUUUUUSH - here it comes! Oh my GOD - she's metaphorically giving birth to allegory. St Paul is the midwife - but who's the DADDY ?

Well that's all for now kids.
Time to find my paddle and head back up the creek....

♪♫♫♪ ma homegirl EMMA KIRKBY still ROCKIN DA HOUSE, yo. I rolls wit ma krew when the EMMA sing true ♪♫♫♪ Y'all aint nothin' but HOOCHIES. Get back alla you HATERS - cause it's NOT all good - gnome sain?(I don't...) John DOWLAND throwin down BEATS 400 years later SUCKAZ . All hail the goodly lutanist of our fairest Queen Elizabeth. And go to "H" "E" double HOCKEY PUCKS if you can't chill with J. DOWLAND! I gots this thing goin' ON cawz its ALL about the LUTE, yo.

John Dowland, man - behold a wonder here: its DOWLAND ever through the ages...


take up thy LUTE old friend. Strike us a GALLIARD fit for the Queen herself. The years have passed, great musician of our soul, and the chill of autumn hangs in the summer air. Mistress winter threatens to leap upon us; shall I strive to stay time?


Let fly thine arrows on the silver strings, O rock star of the Elizabethan court.


They would not have ye as their lutanist but WE would have ye John - 500 years later! John Dowland, faithful musician upon the lyre of our lying hearts...


Sing like a dying swan, master Dowland - the casks are still half full and the moon hath never shone so lovely. What know they of truth or beauty, John? What ears have they to sweetly divine the harmonies you entwine around the bowers of our declining hours...


Down, down, down in a dying fall of ascending harmony. The spheres may move, the English gardens groove but JOHN thy music lingers ever in the meadows of our memory and in the smiling froth of our ale-pints. Awake, sweet love, and excuse my wrongs - do not die before thy day.


The ages have grown grey, Master Dowland - the music has grown thick with babylonian dullness - but thy jewels of perfect sorrow only shine more truly in the light of this leaden age.


Your airs refresh, oh shepherd of the aeolian pastures, across the flocks and meadows of the centuries. They dispel the stench of this present world - and we thank you for your music.