Spotlight Of Grace

 

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.