While God Isn't Looking

 You have to make the choice each day

of how you're gonna live,

of whether you will kneel and pray,

and in your prayers forgive

the people who have done you wrong

and made your life a mess,

but as the process goes along,

you may as well confess 

the wrongs that you have perpetrated

through negligence and spite,

self-indulgence that you've orchestrated,

plotting in the night,

the pot of rancid stew a-cooking

when you thought God wasn't looking.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is HONOUR.

We say we want to honour God

through all our days and years,

to live so humble, quiet, awed

and ready for surrender's tears,

but then we get a wild hard hair 

where it ain't s'posed to be,

and we find we do not care

for bland humility.

We really want to live out loud,

to make our being large,

to stand so brassy, tall and proud

as if we are in charge,

and God just smiles and gives us space 

to trip and fall into His grace.

Sylvia doesn't care for stew.