The Rainbow At The End Of Time

You realize, ere the end, that good and bad in life are merely acts in a play, and that they have no weight, not measured against God's love.

We are truly His children, and the role you play in a game of Cops And Robbers gives Him naught but amusement.

 

In facing down the worst of days,

I know now that the honour’s mine

to greet the good and bad with praise,

the rainbow at the end of time.

Dreadful things? They did betide,

side by side with beauty bare,

and now I find no need to hide

from truth’s clean and bracing air

that sweeps around my hilltop place

to clear emotion’s clouds away

and show, at last, with smiling grace

that we’ve been actors in a play

that ends now as the curtain falls,

leaving only foot-light calls.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is 'care', so...

Oh, dear God, please have a care;

I'm asking this because

I feel as though I'm made of air,

and not the man I was

when you set me to this task

(time passed has been so long!).

All you had to do was ask,

and I thought I was strong.

But cancer's road to Calvary,

is rocky, and uphill,

and, dear Lord, it frightens me

that even with the firmest will

exhaustion now cannot be stayed,

and on my knees, I ask your aid.

OK, six minutes, but on a phone...give me a pass?

Still on the phone and can't directly post a video, but I can give you the YouTube link to the Alan Parsons Project's lovely 'Closer To Heaven'. I hope you'll listen, and enjoy.

And,  as always, a couple of pictures of Sylvia, my blog's public face, on an ice-cream run.