Not In Shame

On this Thanksgiving Day, I'm grateful for the end of pride.

I've had several bad falls lately, causing concussions, and now, while walking the dogs, I wear a hard hat. It looks dorky, but believe me, TBI is dorkier still.

If the poem seems familiar, it's because I wrote it as a comment for last week's Five Minute Friday home page, with the prompt HIDE.

It does say all I need to say.

Infirmity is something that

I would prefer to hide,

but now I wear a hard hat

when I walk outside.

My cancer'd leg will let me down,

so I won't be fussing;

even though I look the clown,

it's better than concussion,

and so I'd like to say to you

that there's no need for shame

in doing what you have to do,

just treat it as a game,

and go on with your head held high,

and bid your prickly pride goodbye.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is NOURISH. Alrighty then.

Each little congregation

is in a constant lurch,

so go ye, take your station,

and nourish your small church.

Take up a chosen ministry,

or go where you are sent

to serve, on Earth, Eternity,

and live the sacrament

of being hands and heart of Christ,

of spreading the good news;

some see it as sacrifice,

but you won't sing the blues,

for you'll see God's smiling face

when you're cheerful in your place.

Five minutes, plus a few seconds.

Music from Brewer and Shipley, with One Toke Over The Line.

Sylvia doesn't care if I look dorky. First things first, like ice cream.