When I went to get
Blueberries from the
Freezer for my
Oatmeal.
The door was ajar.
The box of ice-cream
On the top shelf
Had melted, along
With the ice
In a jug that had burst,
Leaving pools of
Milky water below.
The meat was soft,
The veggies were
Thawed,
And I needed to get
Ready for church.
I must admit it
Was a bit hard to
Keep my mind on
The sermon
Wondering about the
Mess at home.
But I prayed for grace
And invited my friend to
Join me for a lunch of
Chili that was still
Safe to eat.
And although it was
No fun,
On the scale of
Terrible things, it
Barely rated a
One.
And on another bright
Note, I no longer feel
Guilty about
Tossing Jack's catfish
That have languished in the
Cold since last
Summer.