On The Other Side Of Calvary

 Last night when the screaming ended

(the kind after I try to eat),

it felt that all this could be mended

only at God's judgement seat,

and meanwhile I must endure

for sake of those placed in my care,

and write witness, clean and pure,

that these trials are not unfair,

but that they fold unto the story

of a world that lost its way,

and reflect the love and glory 

that walks us through the darkest day

and takes our hand to help us see

the sunrise beyond Calvary.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is MATTER.

Sometimes the pain is so intense,

I feel like glass, about to shatter,

Humpty Dumpty on the fence,

but really, does that even matter?

I know, yeah, that to God I do,

but He loves me, not my deeds,

and when this weird-ass life is through,

was I the thing that someone needs?

I'd like to think that maybe, yes,

someone out there found some meaning

in my words, but I oft guess

that when I think this, I am dreaming,

but I'll go on against the night

because it's fun to do what's right.

Four minutes, and I don't quite know what I was trying to say.

Sylvia has no words, but she does have ice cream.