Trouble is coming to the rebellious , the defiled.
The tyrannical city.
We need to be more like a child.
And perhaps with a little less catholicity.
I was dreaming of some negative answer.
Then I remembered the man at the pharmacy.
With terminal prostate cancer.
Cheerful despite been treated so unjustly.
There are so many people worse off.
What right have we to complain.
Or to scoff.
Think of sunshine not rain.
Look on the bright side.
Even if life is but a downward glide.
……
Man at the chemist
Lives with terminal cancer
And cheerful with it
…..
See Zephaniah 3