ya know, there's times when the frustration level
just gets too high.
i had no desire to be a living prayer.
i wanted to be a living snit fit.
and so i was.
i headed out to my yard with snippers in hand.
i was swarmed by mosquitoes.
this usually sends me runnin' inside.
not tonite, man.
it's the skeeters who quaked.
i chopped and swatted, and snipped and
growled at the universe.
i sweated, and swatted, and grumbled, and
came close to swearing.
grin. for me, that's big.
i rarely swear.
but i was close......
forget the living prayer tonite.
i'm a living snit fit.
and you know what???
it feels good.
now a cold shower and somehow i know
i'm gonna come out of it feelin' like
this whole snit fit was a prayer.
there's a lot here for me to figure out.