All Good Things Must Come To An End
I make you a salad
Pour you a glass of lemonade
Still you are mad
Who? Don’t know
The phone is silent
Feel your hope fade
Still you are sad
Why? Don’t know
If I think ‘you are mad at me’, then I am egocentric
If I think ‘you are mad at others’, then I am clueless
…so I close up shop, pack things up and move once again because all good things must come to an end.
June 27th, 2007 at 1:04 pm
In the words of GK Chesterton, “I know this feeling fills our epoch, and I think it freezes our epoch…what we need is not the cold acceptance of the world as a compromise, but some way in which we can heartily hate and heartily love it. We do not want joy and anger to neutralize each other and produce a surly contentment; we want a fiercer delight and a fiercer discontent. We have to feel the universe at once as an ogre’s castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return at evening.”
July 20th, 2007 at 5:34 pm
Hey Sue–it’s been a LOOOONG time since I’ve read your blog. I like your post here but it’s like so…you know. Cryptic.
(i copied that from you…the ‘it’s like so…you know.’ part)
—anyways—
It makes me think that somebody isn’t teaching you how to love them. And that…that somebody is expecting you to be a mind-reader. Which you are not. Which you shouldn’t be.
That’s just wrong.
God bless you sister in your heart and may He give you every good thing to cause you to refresh others and to comfort them. Amen!
Samuel’s daddy
p.s. You should never have to walk on eggshells around anybody.\
p.p.s. Boy I hope I’m not like so…you know…totally missing something!!
September 12th, 2007 at 12:48 pm
Hi Mike - I miss everyone at Res Life. How are things going there?
You know I wrote that poem/song about 6 years ago when Heath and I were going through a very difficult time. Our church was dying. Our marriage was suffering. I was dealing with some early childhood things in therapy. It was just a bad time. At any rate, I saw that picture at explodingdog.com (I love that website - you should check it out some time) and that picture reminded me of that poem/song.
I love art. You and your cute wife should come to the next Vox. I miss you guys. Heath and Cruz can remember the old days (when they bad little boys and girls!) and you and I can argue politics (you know I love you!).
- Sue