What are you doing today?

First time my Betta will "celebrate" New Year with me... last picture of this year:
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My brine shrimp culture's not good, so I gave him my tiny BSFL as live food...
 
I'm also curious about this poetry... since I have not fallen in love with anyone in the last months (I think much more about the project involving entering a Master's program in the United States), I still haven't written any new poetry.

Waiting for my new equipment for the brine shrimp culture (sponge filter and air pump), also, I am trying to figure out if is possible to culture the bloodworms in a plastic bottle, given that the mommies are laying eggs in my aquarium...
 
Well, since Juice seems to be rather shy, I will share possibly my favorite poem I have ever written. A long time ago, Mrs. Badger and I were doing a marriage-enrichment book which had the rather odd assignment of writing the epitaph we would like to have engraved on our tombstones. A way of clarifying what is important to us and what kind of people we wish to be. Mine went something like this. Apologies if it brings a tear; I think it is quite touching, if I may say so.

Here lie the bones of a guy named Tom
who blew himself up with a home-made bomb.
Some days you win, and some days you lose
and some days you just need a bit longer fuse.
But Tom always loved the 4th of July,
and he always wanted to learn how to fly.
He got what he wanted. No reason to cry.
 
I hope this doesn't count as religious stuff against the rules. It's a little poem I wrote over the weekend.
Trying to put it to music.

When my days are over, and the trial of life is past
Will I have made God my counselor? Did I hold Jesus fast?
Did I walk with God like Enoch? Did I sing in Jail like Paul?
Will I have made Christ my Pilot? Did I surrender all?

When my days are over, and I look back to yesterday
Did I treat others as I should have? Did I walk the narrow way?
Did I give the Lord all glory? Did I pass on the truths he gave?
Did I teach others the way to heaven? Was it his presence that I craved?

The day is fast approaching when my glorified Lord shall come
To take his faithful watchmen and say to them, ‘Well done.’
Will I then greet my Lord as one I long have sought?
Or will I cower in fear, and my life's work be for naught?
 

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