DID THE FLASH GO OFF?
Much like faith in a light switch doing its job, hoping to capture an image and wondering "Did the flash go off?" barely takes a moment, but it can give the illumination necessary to preserve an image for a lifetime.
It's a question I heard often at family gatherings - and one I continue to ask regarding my own flashes of brilliance: some underexposed, out of focus or perhaps not that bright after all. But every once in awhile . . . something clicks!
Don’t say that I’m a sinner
Just tell me I’m a winner
Don’t wake me from my dream
Of perfect, selfish steam
I’m incompletely free to be
What I decide is best for me
In my own reality
Which I am free to change repeatedly
Don’t use your truth or other proof
To slap me in the face thinking I’ll be disgraced
I refuse to wallow
In guilt, or shame or sorrow
Remember you can be replaced
And the Pulpit Committee meets tomorrow
