And so, two falls this week and two concussions. Please forgive me, I am not at my best, though Barbie says I am more softly spoken and co-operative. I will try to visit as many of your postings as I am able. Words are with difficulty coming, and so I again ask your pardon.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
not a smart thing to do,
and Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
and that good egg was through.
Myself, I had a fall last week,
then concussed a second time
which makes it painful now to seek
the words to build this rhyme,
but pain, I guess, is part of life
and part of ministry,
and though it cuts just like a knife,
the only tragedy
would be to serve that pain's dark ends
and turn away from you, my friends.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is TREASURE. I will need more than five minutes, but here goes.
Cancer's hard and hurts a lot,
and I can't call this pleasure,
but what God gave and what I've got
is a priceless kind of treasure,
the kind that makes you come awake
to see the sun rise every day
because you know tumours can take
you in death, so far away.
I know full value now, at last
of the small joys brought by life
and these will make my heart stand fast
through the dismal aching strife
because I know each blessing laid
on my heart's how Heaven's made.
Sylvia's still enjoying that ice cream, and listening to The Killers, with 'Human'.
Are we human, or are we Dancer?
Don't know about you, but I know about ME.