The ballad of love and hate

"The Ballad Of Love And Hate"

Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great 
and I can't wait to see you again. 

Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."

Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.

Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
With a serious look on his face.

Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.

Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars. 
Lazily killing the last of a jar 
Of the strongest stuff you can drink.

Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride, 
Cause he might never see her again.

Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55, 
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.

Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.

Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm your and that's it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm your's and that's it, forever."

You're mine and that's it, forever.

I think I will think of an assignment to have my students analyze these lyrics.

Hungry

Yesterday some students presented some cultural information about Ramadan to their non-Muslim classmates- as it is starting tomorrow.

I probably should have gone, but ugh- I know about Ramadan already NO FOOD all day = Angry Muslims.  PARTY and FOOD all night = tired Muslim with digestive problems.  

I suppose that  was not exactly the gist of the presentation.

The only thing that made me consider going was the food.  I was HUNGRY!  I have breakfast, snack and lunch, and I was still hungry.  (I suspect Aunt Flo of affecting my appetite.)

I thought it was probably wrong to go to a Ramadan presentation just for the food.

I waited until I was pretty sure it was over, then walked past the room on the way out- but they weren't done. The pizza hadn't even come yet.  So I popped in, had some Arabic coffee and waited for the pizza.

Oh Ramadan- It's going to be a long month for my Muslim friends.

Celebrate Gladly.

Matthew 6:16-18 “And when you fast, do not look gloomy like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces that their fasting may be seen by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, that your fasting may not be seen by others but by your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”