“With the darkness surely falling,
may I propose a toast?
Is it sacrilegious dancing
in the light of all we’ve lost?
Open and woundable,
Good evening, I’m your host.
May God love you
like you’ve never been loved.
Is your heart beating sadness,
the longest goodbye yet?
Share your bruises on my body,
that’s as close as we can get.
I’ll never say I’m sorry
for offering respect.
May God love you
like you’ve never been loved.
There is no land of promise here,
there’s only wilderness.
You may not recognize this place,
you live here nonetheless.
There are no wise men traveling.
There is no gift to bring.
But if you welcome home a child,
you’ve thrown your hat into the ring.
We’re not curable, but we’re treatable,
and that’s why I still sing.
May God love you
like you’ve never been loved”
~ May God Love You (Like You’ve Never Been Loved), by Over the Rhine
sexy Scrappy
I have a new dog (to me – he’s elderly). Shero’s little dog, Scrappy, is living with Lord Basil and me now. Here, he’s giving me his “paint me like one of your French girl” poses. Bless his little heart, I had to board him for a few days while I got some things straightened out, and he was a little freaked when he first stayed here. Yesterday, I went to Shero’s for her mail; he walked into the kitchen, stopped, waited maybe five seconds, then went back out the door and back to my house. I guess he likes my couch.
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