it doesn't make sense
trying to figure it out
this life, this strange life.
I think sometimes it would be nice to know. Nice to be able to say,
"In five years, I will live in ______ and be married to ______ with __ kids. They will be named after ______, ______, and ______. I will drive a ______."
All those days of playing MASH on the schoolbus in junior high didn't give me any solid answers either.
M - Mansion
A - Apartment
S - Shack
H - House
Not that where I live is at the top of the list.
Tired of trying to predict.
I'd just like to know.
But life just isn't that way.
And God is a mysterious God.
He likes us to enjoy the surprises that we have left.
SURPRISE!
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A Mexican shack
ReplyDeleteMazatlan, the Pacific--
Enough for me, now.
while sorting/pitching files, I found what is nearly a Victorian haiku (?) from C. Dickens' _Great Expectations:
ReplyDelete"Take nothing on its looks;
take everything on evidence.
There's no better rule."
--Mr. Jaggers