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Migraines are God’s gift to those in the pharmaceutical industry. Thankfully my one from yesterday has passed. Now for a quiet evening, which means children that go to and stay in bed.

Out of commission

Some days you have nothing to say & some days it is wiser to say nothing.

The sound of drums announced the war,
it called its players both rich and poor,
it distinguished not but for the quick and the dead.

Like the Nile of old the waters turned red,
but this time saints and sinners equally bled.

The pale horse rides,
as long as war still abides
in the heart of men,
which will be till there is no more sin.

If all the world is but a stage,
why do so many fight and rage,
does the audience care to see,
if we float like a butterfly or sting like a bee?
How does what we do really factor,
if all we do is play the role of the actor?

Dash here,
Dash there,
and you will get nowhere.

The sheep have come and fed,
the shepherds have put their lambs to bed,
break out the bread and wine,
it is time for the shepherds to dine.
Call forth the flute and the lyre,
and sing song of praise by the fire.
Look to the heaven’s and declare,
to the Creator of this I send one prayer,
take this heart and make it Thine,
give Your Heart and make it Mine.

photo credit: © 2008 Neil Creek.

I was late for my arrival,
I was late for my date,
If I’m blessed I’ll be late for my grave,
but never late on experiencing grace.