And the answer is, worse.
So I guess I just have to get meaner and more stubborn, and when I die I'll get a fenced-off part of Heaven all to myself, with signs:
Do Not Feed The Animal.
This was the day death came for me,
and that was a mistake.
He said that he would set me free,
but it was he who'd break.
They never taught me how to quit,
and I sure won't learn now.
This is surely not the worst of it,
and I'll face the coming row.
I've always had the battle ready
and this is just the start;
Let hands be sure, eyes be steady,
and let iron fill my heart.
To freedom's offer, this reply:
I am far too young to die.
Music from the Electric Light Orchestra, with Livin' Thing. Why not?
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.