WHAT'S AFOOT?
                           
​                             A few years ago, we underwent minor 
                             surgery on our right foot, which caused
                             us to reread and better appreciate the
                             scripture, "If the foot says, 'I am not a 
                             part of the body because I am not a hand,'
                             that does not make it any less of a part
                             of the body." (My paraphrase of First
                             Corinthians 12:21.)
                 
                             Obviously, we never miss a foot until we
                             need one.

                            An old proverbial question keeps running
                            through our mind..."What mischief's afoot?'"

                            And E.E. Cummings pegged us well when he 
                            penned..."The sweet small clumsy feet of April
                            came into the ragged meadow of my soul."

                            Shakespeare's advice struck a responsive
                            cord within us..."The game's afoot: Follow
                            your spirit." (King Henry V). Sherlock Holmes 
                            picked up on that one.
                         
                            Parenthetically, our spirit gained much from 
                            this experience.

                            With faith in Him who watcheth
                            o’er our every footstep,
                            we envision that day when our souls
                            shall truly be footloose and fancy free.
                                            
 
 
 
 

                                                               

                                                               
                                                        DEADER THAN A DOOR NAIL        

​                                               In our way of thinking, there's only one thing
                                               deader than a doornail, and that's...yesterday            
                                               Yesterday...
                                               No amount of gold can buy it back
                                               No ravings, no rantings
                                               No cursings, no chantings
                                               Can retrieve it

                                               Whether yesterday was the greatest or the worse
                                               day of your life, rest assured, it is gone

                                               The poet Shelly penned these words:
                                               "Fear not the future;Weep not for the past."
                                               And might we not add:
                                               Live now, for it's the only time we have

                                               Use the memories of Yesterday
                                               The lessons learned
                                               The experiences gained 
                                               The joy, the pain
                                               to send you forth confidently
                                               productively, hopefully into the future

                                               I went to the house of an old friend,
                                               and the proprietor said, "He has moved on"
                                               The name of the house was "Yesterday" 

​                                               (First published on June 28, 2012)