On The Acceptance Of Grace

Barb, bless her little cotton socks, is hard at work transforming parts of the yard...making safe footing for me, so I can walk the dogs.

Because the thing is my legs don't work properly now, and a misstep will send me into a flailing fall worthy of the Three Stooges.

I am thankful that I have been able to put resentment against cancer aside, to let pride be a discarded cloak by the wayside, and accept this offered grace with a full heart.

And now the gate is far away,

the ladder can't be climbed,

and I've lost much that yesterday

I truly thought was mine,

beholden unto me alone

in my long-flower'd youth,

but circumstance calls to atone

and face the cold hard truth

that spring (so treasured!) will not last,

and in this life not come again,

that I cannot live in the past,

and only forward, through the pain

can new meaning still be found

to keep my heart on solid ground.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is BE. Not hard.

I know you did not want to be,

my dear, what life's demanded,

and it truly hurts to see

that you have been remanded

to a life of wearing care,

to a tether firm and close;

I wish that you could breathe free air,

live the days you would have chose,

a biker trip 'cross mountain passes,

a visit to the Windward Isles,

toasts with friends, and upraised glasses,

bright evenings ending in bright smiles,

but, by, God, I'm glad you're here

as the scary dark draws near.

Three minutes. Truth runs fast.

Music from Dire Straits, with Walk Of Life .

Sylvia happily accepts the Grace of Ice Cream.