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Thursday, August 31, 2023

Through The Night


Time overtakes.

These pictures were taken at the beginning and end of night.

And last night was laughably awful, with a metastatic tumour fracturing my right humerus. I can still function, with my right arm held hard to my side.

Everything has to be relearned as mirror image. But I look better in a mirror than in life, so it's all good.

I am still here, and grateful.

I look at what's in front of me,
and in a way don't want to start,
because the simple truth, you see
is my body's trying to break my heart
and drive me to a morphine-sleep,
and armchair and a half-read book,
and it's there it wants to keep
captive life that I in pain forsook,
but while at times I must give in,
and while at times I must retreat,
it's something that I can't let win,
for if I do then I will greet
a person whom I've always loathed,
a loser for whom hope has closed.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ABSENCE. Well, I'm here.

Absence from this, my own place
is inevitable fate,
but no offence unto God's grace,
I intend to make Him wait
as long as I possibly can,
tapping feet and looking bored
with this quite tiresome man
who will not turn and cut the cord
and be pulled up into the blue
by angels and by cheering saints,
but rather will stay stony-true
to a life of nopes and ain'ts
that grew in him, a tangled mess,
watered by his stubbornness.

Three minutes thirty, and maybe that's a bad sign...

And if this is it, let's go with Kenny Loggins

Sylvia prefers ice cream to drama.

Thursday, August 24, 2023

The Bridge

I've heard tell that those who design bridges follow a muse; far more than a profession, even more than a calling, it's a ministry, keeping travelers safe through the work of the heart, and creating a thing of beauty withal.

Does that go away in Heaven? Is the engineer given (as a prominent TV pastor once said about the hereafter) a robe and a key to their room (why a key?), and, presumably, a choir practice schedule?

Is Heaven like that old Soviet joke...

Ivan: 'Come the revolution, you will eat strawberries and cream for every meal!'

Dmitri: 'But I don't like strawberries and cream.'

Ivan: 'Come the revolution, you will eat strawberries and cream and YOU WILL LIKE IT.'

Somehow, I think not.

Bridges made of concrete,
and bridges make of steel;
if bridges are heart's chosen meat,
then might God make a meal
of bridges He would order built
across Heaven's great rivers,
made of rainbows, limned in gilt,
'cross which AngelZon delivers
the joyous things each saint desires
in good shape and in perfect time
on new whitewalled celestial tires,
with no extra cost for Prime.
The love of bridge design on Earth
is the profession's Heaven-birth.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is REPLACE. Accept no substitute.

There's one thing God can't replace,
one thing that unto death He's true,
the living mirror of His face,
the image that is up to you.
You can choose to scratch the glass,
or not clean off the shaving soap
(which really shows a lack of class)
but even villains cannot hope
to break the thing to spiky shards,
for it will leap to grow again
and leave them hoist on their petards
to contemplate what doth remain,
that is like koan in Zen,
a God who won't give up on them.

Just four minutes...now!

Music from Jesus Jones, with Right Here Right Now 

Sylvia just hopes someone's Heaven ministry is the making of ice cream.

Thursday, August 17, 2023

Cordon Blue

Above you can find Belle the Wolf, Red the Heeler, and Cocoa Chihuahua.

Barb is wearing the red blouse.

And Barb, having had her gallbladder removed, is slowly on the mend. There are people who say you can be playing golf two days after surgery. They are idiots.

But anyway.

Eating is hard these days. I'm limited to rice (with butter, salt, and pepper, or brewer's yeast powder), and frozen pizza singles. It keeps me going.

But I remember McDonald's soft serve ice cream, with chicken nuggets and BBQ sauce.

Let's try this, and let's try that,
kung pao sauce might be an aid
for something tasting kinda flat
the way they said it should be made.
Let's try cashews, and ice cream,
and some provolone too.
All of this might make it seem
something that is Cordon Bleu!
And maybe add a dash of wine
right straight from the Walmart box.
This is certain to refine
the stylish way that this meal walks,
but if at end it's gonna fall,
tabasco sauce will save it all!

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is MOMENT. Well, just give me one to think...

It seems like it was just a moment
ago, receding now unto the past
when cancer still had yet to foment
the bitter end to my respast
of chicken a la microwave
(and sometimes Alice Springs!),
of fish and chips of which I'd rave
and many other things.
Yes, I know we eat to live,
and do not live to eat,
but there's a lot that I would give
for some flame-seared meat
and some taters, fried so crisp!,
but I daren't take that risk.

Unless I want some really nasty dunny time, that is.

Four minutes plus, but less than five.

Music from Jimmy Buffett, with (what else) A Cheeseburger In Paradise 

As long as it's got ice cream, Syl is good to go, and her pals will finish the rest.

Thursday, August 10, 2023

Martha On The Mary-Go-Round

As I write this, Barb is in the ER. She had really bad upper abdominal pain today, and as yet there are no answers. Morphine did take pain away.

She expects me to carry on, so here goes.

I kinda like Martha. She's got spirit, and isn't shy about saying what comes into her head. Barb thinks she's a lot like Simon Peter, and I think she's onto something there.

But still, you have to wonder how she felt when Jesus pushed back against her request that He tell Mary to for Pete's sake (!) give her a hand when He dropped by, and Martha wanted to make Him welcome according to custom.

To Martha, the request was reasonable. Men did the discipleship thing, women did the serving thing.

Jesus put that on its head. Mary sat at His feet, exactly as a man would.

Was Martha invited to join her? We don't know.

How did Martha take it? We don't know that either.

But I think we can imagine.

 It is the kind of story
that has the scope to break your heart.
'Twas Mary got the glory,
and Martha got the lesser part,
but she felt called to give her best
in an act of service,
and though she failed some kind of test,
she did not deserve this
sentence carried through the years,
a place further from the throne of grace.
I wonder if the bitter tears
rolled unseen upon her face
when she undertook to understand
the weight of Christ's soft reprimand.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is LEAVE.

Martha got reprimanded, yeah.

But she still had attitude.

She met Him on the road ahead,
and said, 'The news really ain't great;
Lazarus is buried, dead,
and why were You so late?
Three days past, his soul is gone
(and what, Lord, were you thinking?).
He is lost to us this dawn,
fed to worms and stinking.'
And then, perhaps, she turned to leave,
but Jesus Christ reached out His hand, and ask, 'Dear heart, do you believe,
and in believing, understand
that Lazarus will soon draw breath,
for I, the Lamb, have conquered death?'

Four minutes thirty and change.

Yesterday, August 9, was our anniversary, so here's music from Firefall, with You Are The Woman

Sylvia thinks ice cream is the best medicine.

Thursday, August 3, 2023

God's Dance Of Dreams


The bottom picture is Barb with the Chihuahuas. Hard to tell, but I think Barb is the tall one on the left, and Chihuahuas don't care for watermelon.

The secret now is not to hurry,
all needed will be done in time,
and beyond that, not to worry
for the love will still be mine
as I pass on from these days
into the Lord's Eternity.
It's He who has found the ways
to keep alive the good for me,
to save it up down through my years
and keep it fresh and shining bright 
through waterings with captured tears
that He might laugh and thus delight
in letting dreams reborn go on
long after I had thought them gone.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is WATCH.

Watch this, and hold my beer.

Watch this, it ain't what it might seem.
Watch this, it ain't what you might fear.
Watch me as I loose each dream,
and while you're watching, hold my beer.
They say that you should just let go
of what you love; I think it's true,
for in my dying now I know
that what you love comes back to you,
all fixed up by God to shine
as you pass through Heaven's door,
waiting up there all this time
like Christmas gifts on parquet floor
as into the room you run,
giving Abba so much fun!

Just under 3:30. By my watch.

Music from Lee Ann Womack, with I Hope You Dance

Sylvia says that dancing interferes with eating ice cream. But she dances anyway.