"Please tell me how this ends..."
It's a plea writ both large and small, in a country that seems literally hell-bent on destroying itself by cutting away the rule of law...
...and in a life that's gotten so hard of late, with trips to the dunny on the quarter-hour, dry heaves in between, a total aversion to food, and pain about which I can no longer joke.
Will our days devolve to armed mobs battling in the streets, burning neighbours in their beds, and an army desperately turned inward to try to quell the madness?
Am I fated to a feeding tube, to keep me alive as long as possible, even though I'm DNR with a living will? If I were a horse they'd shoot me, but conventional wisdom says that suffering is good for a man's soul.
Perhaps there's a reason God made the world round.
This has all gone too chaotic,
my light in cancer's prism bends,
and the earth's kaleidoscopic;
can you tell me how this ends?
I have loved You since my youth;
God, I thought that we were friends.
Will Ye not reveal the truth,
and please tell me how this ends?
Came an angel from the welkin,
came an angel to the ground,
"I am here for you need telling
there's a reason world is round:
horizon hides both joy and dread,
lest by either you're misled."
Music from Ed Ames, with Who Will Answer? (Blogger changed its interface, and some folks are having trouble; if the video doesn't appear, you can click the title to see it. It's a good song)
I do try to answer each comment in a timely fashion, but with Internet providers really stretched, I have only about half of the access I once did. Please bear with me!
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.