Nope

 

I'm really sorry that I've been negligent in responding to y'all's comments, and haven't commented on as many of your posts as I'd like to. It's gotten pretty hard to concentrate when I try to write.

But...

Every moment's glorious,

every hour holds it all,

and that's why I'm notorious

in standing hard against the fall

that so many have predicted

is coming down the no lane;

why not let go when life's inflicted

so much heartache, so much pain?

The answer ain't so very tough,

and I will give it here:

I will never have enough

of all that I hold dear,

God's palette of bright sunrise skies,

and the glow of loving eyes.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is WASTE. Let's not waste any time!

Let us not waste any time

in the spread of the Good News

by spoken word, by prose or rhyme

to dissipate the leaden blues

of those who have not yet found Christ,

or those who failed to heed the call.

Our comfort must be sacrificed,

and we must dare to cross the wall

and go into the wilds beyond

to meet doubt and grim skepticism

with that Sunday's gay palm frond

and, week later, He Is Risen!

to give those feeling misbegotten

the knowledge that they're not forgotten.

Four minutes and change, because I got hung up on a rhyme for beyond.

Music from the Foo Fighters, with Walk

Sylvia says, Ice Cream. Don't forget ice cream.