One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Bacon Wars






Yes.

You are in the bacon negative.
It was a chance you took
when you snitched bacon
and someone noticed,
carefully counting each
golden, porky piece against
preset rasher rationing.

The smoky aroma was
irresistible.

You had
#l, a crunchy satisfaction;
#2, a crispy strip of goodness;
#3, a grease-kissed ecstasy; then
#4, Oscar-Meyer heaven.

Now you’re officially in the red –
no more bacon for you, and
you even owe a piece back.
Save the remorse for
someone other than the
carnivores who caught you.
Will they extend BLT mercy?

No.



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