Falling Into Grace

 

Last week got busy.

It's strange that we got to see

the measure of God's grace

when occasion came to be

the breaking of Barb's face,

when she fell (it's almost funny)

and hit the hard stall door

en route from seat upon the dunny

to that firm unyielding floor,

but there were friends come to her aid,

and rushed her off to hospital,

and there was nothing that delayed

immediacy of care withal

to show once more and then again

our stories told by God's own pen.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is LEFT.

On boxing Barb is really hooked

a kind of Rock of Ages cleft,

and this week she's really looked

like she walked into Mike Tyson's left.

The truth is rather more mundane,

a hard fall from the Great White Throne,

but that is harder to explain

(and when explained brings forth a groan),

so it's best to call it fight,

a duel in ring's defining ropes,

a battle royal, Saturday Night

against the malefactors' hopes,

and though Barb has a blackened eye,

you should see the other guy!

Four minutes, bit less for this masterpiece.

Music from Tom Petty, with Freefalling

Sylvia says that before you hit the ground, throw me the ice cream!