It took awhile for me to hate being fragile.
Every dog-walk is measured against how much breath I have, and every step is measured against tumours in my leg-bones...will they break, if I step too hard?
And I used to be something of an athlete.
But that's pride talking, pride in what I once was...and now, what I am, the glory is to accept, to live with the restrictions...and to come up smiling, joking, playing the fool.
And somehow, that acceptance enables me to be more than I was...and this week's Five Minute Friday prompt is enable.
My world has gotten fragile now,
with bones that ache and breath so short,
and I can scarce remember how
I had once excelled at sport,
but perhaps this is a game
as well, upon a killing field,
and I will earn a greater fame
in my choice of not to yield,
but accept the daily weakness
with good heart and cheery will,
and make of this a kind of meekness
that my Saviour may instill
and make my soul a mirror clear
reflecting that there's nowt to fear.
Music from Val Doonican, with Paddy McGinty's Goat. Really? Yes, and click here if the video doesn't come up.