The Saddest Words Of All

 

The cancer thing is rough and horrible, and I don't want to write about it today.

Still, it does leave room for thinking, and regret.

The saddest words were ever spoken,

words that flaming hell portend

illume a grace that has been broken,

and chill the soul, 'a former friend'.

What fell road led to this place

in which we see fellowship killed?

Can we still not find a trace

of love, or has the heart been stilled?

What is it, that is worth the fight

that comes between what should be whole?

Why pick we Egyptian night,

and let it fester on the soul

when we might yet chose to forbear

insult, and still consent to care?

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SUFFER. Can you suffer through another sonnet?

Will you bow, and choose to suffer

through an insult meant to wound?

Will you let God be your buffer,

when you've wept enough, and swooned

into the arms of black despair,

into the vale that floods with tears.

Will you let Him find you there,

let Him shield you from your fears?

Let the pride go out and pass,

let surrender be your all

that you may lay the looking glass,

and with fresh eyes behold the wall

behind which for years you have hidden,

and to surmount you now are bidden.

Three minutes thirty.

Barb does say I make her climb the walls, sometimes.

Music from The Sandpipers, with Come Saturday Morning

Come bearing ice cream, and all insult is forgotten.