I was out with Belle the Wolf this morning, and saw a patch of mesa spot-lit by the rising sun. Kinda cool.
I stand upon a darkened stage;
the audience have all gone home.
I didn't know that this script-page
said I would be here alone
with the ghosts of broken dreams
and memory of past delights
floating 'midst the shadowed beams,
but Someone still is on the lights
and I hear closing of a switch;
from on high, light-beam comes down
and in its brightness there's grace which
heartens this bruised tired clown,
whose days have come so misbegotten,
with the knowing that he's not forgotten.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is CHAPTER. Sounds kinda booky.
Chapters come and chapters pass,
some are taut and some are slack,
and some are a pain in the donkey,
but what the heck, you can't go back,
so count the rosebuds while you may,
watch the lizards dash around,
cherish every given day
even if beaten to the ground,
for what you were makes what you are,
a thing of beauty built by God,
and do not think that any scar
makes you ruined, broken, flawed,
'cause great God hath designed you
for repairs with His Own Krazy Glue.
Well, that went somewhere other than planned, but, hey, just under four minutes. Yeah
Music from Mercy Me, with Greater.
Sylvia hopes there's ice cream at the end of that sunray.