I wish my intent was for a
Noble spiritual purpose,
But it's not.
I'm preparing for a colonoscopy.
Because I've experienced the
Ordeal twice before I know what's
Ahead of me tonight.
I dread the wicked potion I must
Drink, two quarts of it at 15 minute
Intervals.
But worst of all is camping out in the
Bathroom.
I have my supplies on hand, and
I'm ready as I can be.
Since my brother's colon cancer was
Discovered by the procedure I know
It's a necessary hardship.
So I'll be brave and I'll endure the
Prep, but I won't grin as I bear it.
Post Script:
I had just finished my poem when I
Opened my Bible to read today's
Passage.
This is what I read:
"...when you fast, do not be like the
Hypocrites with a sad countenance." *
I chuckled.
I chortled.
I laughed.
I'm convinced that God has a sense of
Humor.
*Matthew 6:18