An interesting cloud formation, and Barb with Roscoe P. Coltrane.
Things have gotten a lot worse of late. Thought I was dying this afternoon. Don't think I did.
Scared, and don't want to leave.
I'm in good company.
He knew just where He had to go,
He knew about His Father's plan,
but this was His first rodeo,
and our Lord Jesus was a man
who felt the sunlight on His skin,
smelled raindrops in the early morn,
and how might even He begin
to see the fabric rent and torn?
His faith was good as it could be,
but even He did have to leap:
'I commend My soul to Thee!',
and in these last words He did keep
covenant with we souls that pray
for a path that leads beyond today.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is MUSIC. So let's make some.
I really thought I died today,
but there was grace between the fears
as from somewhere so far away
I heard the Music of the Spheres,
and beheld the shining orbs
as I sailed above the sun,
rising ever-lighter towards
the blessed union with the One.
And then I fell back through the sky
to gasp upon the kitchen floor,
glad to live, wondering why
the Lord of Hosts had slammed the door
to leave me at the edge of night
with yet another tale to write.
A touch less than three minutes, maybe because the experience is so vitally fresh.
Music from Manafest, with Every Time You Run.
Sylvia's faith is direct. Ice cream comes from God.