They Is Here

Well, God disposes, and Hazel's (the little stray who arrived last week and won our hearts) original family turned up, and she's gone home. They had been out of town, and didn't know that she'd gone missing.

And so... realizing that there's a place here for a small dog, Barb just adopted a pair of senior Chihuahuas.

It's been years since I've been able to go to Starbucks...and Barb brought me home a Cocoa Latte (their names).

 It's to laugh and it's to cry,

and sometimes it's to wonder

just exactly really why

your life's been torn asunder.

It's to hope and it's to pray

and to get up again

when knocked down, to rise and play

still in the games of men.

It's to joke and it's to smile,

in private hide the tears

for to mourn is out of style;

instead, let us get two more beers

and raise them foaming in the mugs

to drink to life and love and hugs.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is PEACE. Guess the world needs some, and always did.

And, until He comes again, always will.

All we are saying

is give peace a chance...

well, if so, start praying

for we're more than just plants;

we're agents of action,

and prayer is the tool

that can unite factions

and end ridicule

over our skin-shade,

and ways others speak.

By prayer can be remade

the world by the meek

with a weapon seems small

but 'tis greatest of all.

A shade under five minutes. I'll take it.

Music from Wall Of Voodoo, with, of course, Mexican Radio.

Syl prefers ice cream to beer. Sometimes.