• Five Minute Friday :: Perhaps Linkup
My first thought is, "who on earth uses the word 'perhaps?'" (no offense, Sharon who suggested the prompt, Kate and everyone else who perhaps uses the word perhaps.) It's a super pretentious way of expressing maybe, isn't it? Or is it?
I can hear in my head someone affecting a fake upper class accent and saying "Perhaps I'll do this or that. Perhaps the sun will shine."
Enough of my intro. On to the content. I'll write about what I wish would happen, because maybe it will. I found my header photo (with legal reuse rights, of course) online because I'm longing for a kitchen table filled with friends and food. I'm longing to be surrounded by a world resurrected from the loss of what I had and knew. Maybe even (possibly even? Perhaps even?) recreated from those scraps of hope, pieces of dreams, images of what I assumed more than reasonably would be mine before long.
You notice the kitchen holds no food. It hosts no people. Perhaps I'll go to the farmer's market or the nearby Aldi. A couple of South Bay Walmarts have good and reasonable fruits and veggies. Perhaps (oh, just maybe), I'll venture to highways and byways and invite random strangers to my future kitchen to help slice, dice, chop, shred, and sauté and assemble a feast for all comers.
Perhaps my life finally will rebound. The sun will set on disappointments and losses. The sun will rise on a brand new day—perhaps (possibly, maybe) branded by the hugs and the hopes of friends I haven't found yet. Or is that perhaps friends who haven't yet found me?
I retitled the picture "Kitchen Dreams."





Perhaps the sun will shine again
ReplyDeleteand banish dark night's fear.
Perhaps there is an end to pain,
perhaps God will draw near
to pull me from the blazing wreck
that has become my run of days.
Perhaps He'll lift His hand to check
dread Minotaur that stalks this maze
and lets me know through reeking breath
that issues from that place unseen
that he is waiting for my death,
but I hope yet to dream
of a place that lies beyond
this buried torment underground.
I agree, perhaps isn't a word I'd normally use, but I like how you capture the sense of possibility it evokes!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful table and setting! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI get it. Friends come and go. But if you believe, Jesus is constant. Hope your table gets filled! ❤️ G
ReplyDeleteI heart you.
ReplyDeletePraying for the Lord to grant the rebound you are yearning for and a good friend to sit at the table with you.
(Sandy visiting from #11)