The Stone In The Path

 On the morning after Beau's passing.

Only thirteen days, and a Great Dane can really grab hold of your heart, even as his is failing.

Barb says she feels like she's lost her security blanket.

It was heartbreaking, but knowing Beau was worth it.

I'm sorry to have been negligent in visiting your blogs, and replying to your comments. I'm on oxygen most of the time, and still have an O2 saturation averaging 85%. It does leave one tired, and makes coherent writing almost impossible.

Don't know what's causing it. Don't much care. Life goes on.

Life goes on and on and on,

times of plenty, times of lack,

and you sometimes don't know what's gone

because in trying to look back

you dash your foot against a stone 

that the Lord's placed in your way

that you might rethink, atone 

for not seeing the new day 

that God has set up just for you

just past the horizon's curve,

saying that what you must do

is reach out with joy, reach out with verve,

and leave the past to fade to air,

then turn to gold in His heart's care.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SOME.

I used to be some kind of lucky,

dancing 'tween the raindrops' fall

and then my life got kinda sucky 

and I didn't feel the luck at all 

and looked at life with fatalism,

thinking I was born to lose,

not seeing that there was a schism 

and that it was mine to choose.

Not my fate, for that's beyond

control of any mortal man,

but rather, how I would respond

to that bright mysterious plan

that led me through my gain and loss

to sit at the foot of the cross.

Three minutes plus.