Praying for Time

You know that post that I yanked the other day? The political whining? Yeah, that one. Well, part of that post was about this song I was listening to and how ironic it was that it was written 16 years ago and it is still so dead-on with what is going on with the world today. Even more ironic is the fact that, when I posted it (and was listening to it), my friend Heidi was taking her last breaths.

Praying for Time

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars
And the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
Because God stopped keeping score

I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all god's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love,
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
You hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear
Twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
But I'll take my chances
Because God stopped keeping score

And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
Because he has no children
To come back for

And it's hard to love,
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

Her time was up. How close is our time to being up?

Meet Leonardo, my blogging companion for this morning. :)

Anyway, I started putting together an SASF post about three times yesterday, but my heart just wasn't in it. It didn't seem right to be joking around and being silly as I certainly was not in a silly mood. I do have several cool/wierd/funny things gathered up, so perhaps I'll do a SASMonday instead. We'll see how it goes.

Chris let me sleep in this morning, which was nice, but then I was awoken by a 5 year old jumping on my bed, jarring my head. ...not good considering the fact that I drank entirely too much vodka last night. Bless his little early rising heart. grrrr.

I've been mystified by how easily and intensely I've been achieving that saucy, slurring, goofy state and then I noticed this morning that my medication says that it will do that combined with alcohol. Oops. heh

Big plans for the weekend. KidsFest is this weekend (I'll just let you imagine) and I'm hoping to get inked. I've decided on the final details of the tattoo I'm getting and we have the dough, so I'm going for it. In a way, it's kind of a cool tribute to Heidi, too, since she had several and always encouraged me to get one.

meep!