A sad week, with Megan The Tank (a huge Aussie) slipping away. As I write this, with her next to me, and her canine friends next to her (she's not in pain), I think back to other, brighter days, and the dichotomy of life.
Yeah, some days you live the dream,
and some days you need a hug.
Some days you're the windscreen,
and some days you're the bug.
Some days you will run the table,
Vegas king or queen,
and some days you are just not able,
and Greyhound is your limousine.
Some days Fortune's daughters
will bless you with their smiles,
and some days in dark waters
hide hungry crocodiles,
but every day you walk this Earth
God's with you as He was from birth.
The quote 'some day you de windshield, some day you de bug' comes from Johnson Beharry, a Grenadian soldier in the British Army who won the Victoria Cross in al-Amarah, Iraq, in 2004, extricating the Warrior armoured personnel carrier that he drove from an ambush, thus saving the crew... after being shot in the head. Against the odds, Beharry survived.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is BEHOLD. Don't like to hold bees, but OK.
Behold the birthing of the Christ
in a stable dark and drear,
Heaven's palace sacrificed
so that Almighty might come near
the people wallowing in sin,
turning from the holy path,
and the only way to win
was to give the world a bath
of innocent and spotless blood,
a ransom paid without regret,
while angels' tears the world did flood
that the murder might beget
another chance for fallen Man
to escape the frying pan.
LESS than five minutes, and whaddya expect? Shakespeare?
Sylvia's sad, too, but still enjoys her ice cream. There may be a lesson there.
Music from The Sandpipers, with 'Come Saturday Morning'.