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.
Sorry for the loss of your canine baby... always so hard.
ReplyDeleteJane, thank you so much. That is the deal, with love...the other side of the coin is loss.
DeleteIt was worth it.
I am holding you in my heart as you watch and wait with Megan. I saw your reply, "It was worth it," and yes, amen.
ReplyDeleteI have to say that I laughed aloud at your "bee holding" and "whaddya expect?" Hilarious!
Thanks always for writing and inspiring us.
Karen :)
Karen, thank you so much. As I write this I'm sitting up with Megan, and have been through the night, so she won't feel alone.
DeleteIt is indeed worth it.
And I am very glad that I could give you a laugh!
The frying pan? But, hey, not bad for 5 and you're alive.......you know what I did there.
ReplyDeleteSusan, I love it... "not bad for five and you're alive"!
DeleteYes, you can be sad. And yet enjoy ice cream. Sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for this severe loss, friend ...
Linda, thank you so much. Megan's passing was quietly sorrowful, but I know she waits for me, that we might cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
DeleteSorry for the loss of of your friend, Andrew. I know it's tough. Been having one of those bug kind of weeks myself and not too shabby for 5 minutes.
ReplyDeleteDuane, thank you... and I know just what you mean, being the very occasional windscreen and something of a perennial bug!
DeleteMay you experience grace and comfort as Megan transitions from this earth, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteLisa, thank you so much. Megan's passing cemented the bond that now connects us across Eternity's bright sea.
DeleteWe will meet again, frisbees held in hand and teeth.
The dichotomy of life. Your sonnets always give me something to think about. I think Sylvia has the right attitude.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
Grams, thank you for this.
DeleteThere is indeed dichotomy, and in the darkest nights the Flame Of Truth glows all the brighter.
So very sorry for your loss. I understand that pain, and it's different than any other loss I suffered.
ReplyDeleteI love your words, but this line is such a great reminder: God's with you as He was from birth.