The Preciousness Of Me

 Let them go, let idols shatter,
strike the chains off and be free.

Know the truth, it doesn't matter,

the cloying preciousness of Me.

Become the clay on Potter's Wheel,

let Him shape with practised hand

into what will be more real,

and then, my friend, please understand

that you are destined for the flame,

the kiln that will refine your heart,

and on your base imprints His Name,

and you'll be fit then to take part

in His Heaven on this Earth,

in moulded fire-formed rebirth.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is DELIBERATE.

I wanna have de liberation

from the yoke of my own ego,

and happily take on the station

of a bouncing happy beagle,

ears a-flappin' in the breeze,

tongue a-lolling, wet with drool

that sprays around each time I sneeze;

man, that would be really cool.

Chase a stick or chase a ball,

dig an 'Oh, you DIDN'T!' hole,

jump to see beyond the wall

with no worries for my soul

because my faith need not be awed,

'cause backward spell of dog is GOD!

It wasn't what I expected to write, but at three minutes thirty, why not?

Music from U2 (opening in a new window), with I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For .

Watch for Bono trying to break-dance late in the video. It's a hoot.

Sylvia found what she's looking for. McDonald's vanilla ice cream!