I've been running really high fevers lately, and Reality is starting to break through the edges of my orderly little life.
I have now spent quite awhile
'tween this world and the next.
I'm really going out in style,
and wish I could but text
you of the wonders that I see,
flying dogs and long-lost friends,
Apostles and the Trinity,
and a grand pub-crawl that never ends.
There's Jesus on the rifle range...
BOOM! What the heck, He MISSED?
That is really very strange,
and now He doth insist
that I take His piece and try the thing,
and I break the heart of the ten-ring.
There is so much more, though, angels ascending and descending, swirling noise and colours you can smell and taste, laughter and love and fistfights, a cacophony of epiphany.
And a message to bring back:
Be graceful in defeat, and magnanimous in victory.
The Five Minute Friday Prompt this week is TOWARD.
All I can offer is a haiku.
As ice presses toward victory,
the spring waits in the sky
with a smile.
Sylvia takes it for granted that there's Foster's-flavoured ice cream.