R and I had friends to.stay.this weekend and they brought their border terrier Ruby with them. Our own border Atom was a bit overwhelmed, but the two pooches seemed to get on fine, and for us it was double happiness:
Today’s prompt was use six words coined in a particular decade. I chose the 90’s and my words were: Mcdonaldization, facetime, blog, heroin chic, first world problem and bling.
They say the gold rush of the 80’s
Was eased by our spiritual side
As we entered the 90’s but really
All we exchanged were the words of our desire
For self fulfilment.
Long gone the phone in the hall
Replaced with facetime and the word of the blog.
We lost our childhood in the rush of the global
The world our oyster but it had all mushed together
The Mcdonaldization of culture nearly packaging our experience
In quick easy bites
While teens wanted to be whip thin in.the wake of heroin chic
The bling and the buck a first world problem
While all the rest strive to eat.
Because finally the weather cools a little
And we can all breathe again
Because my family both near and far are always close.
Because there is rice salad, lemon cake and mango lollies to be had,
There’s cups of tea and a sofa to sink into,
Because there is poetry and science fiction, blogs to read and diary pages to fill.
Because there’s evening skies and morning glory to capture in jpeg
Because there’s glue and paint and paper to use for worship
Because in spite of all the ups and downs
There is the love of God and
Because of that, a place and a purpose in the world.
It nearly killed me
All that rich veneer
Filled to the brim
Just where there
Should have been peace
There was war
And I wasn’t the only casualty.
They say it is more than a job
They say it is a calling
And they are right.
Which is why
It can cost you everything
When in place of love
There is selfish gain
Or just selfishness
Cursing the light
And crippling the foot soldiers
Sometimes all you can do
You know you are loved when… You wake up with the dream of
“Christ alone, cornerstone
weak made strong
In the power of love”
Still ringing in your ears.
When your morning scripture turns out to be
” Don’t be grieved; for the joy of Yahweh is your strength” Nehemiah 8:10
And when the rain seems beautiful and the dark clouds glorious: