Honour-bound

Miss Kate has chosen the word honour as the five minute Friday word of the week. Mind, she chose to use the American spelling of the word, but hey, I’m Canadian and just have to spell it correctly.  🙂  Yes, I can politely poke a little fun at our Southern neighbours eh?  It’s the Canadian way you know, and I am rather honour-bound to be the Canadian that I am.  🙂   

Honour-bound

Honour-bound I am
to be the Canadian that I am.
Polite, quick to apologize,
stalwart in the defense of my land,
Watcher of hockey, and of
(not) the wearing of a toque.

I’m honour-bound to say it,
a gardener I am. Not the greatest,
but I like to puddle around and
I just love watching plants grow
and seeing flowers bloom unexpectedly.

And I have to admit, that a rabbit-raiser
am I! Fervent on the topic, my sister said
“You can always talk rabbits”, and
it created within a grin. The garden helps
to feed the rabbits! *successfully I might add!*

Honour-bound I have to say, that
I’m really not that important,
but I seem to be loved by others
who disagree with that assessment.

A hubster that seems to like
spending time with me.
A son who tolerates me well
and chats much with him mama.
And a God above who promises to
love me forever and always minds me well.

Bound with Honour I need say that
despite the slow pace of the organist
at my uncle’s funeral today, this favourite
song of his, was a boon to my spirit.
In Christ Alone.

It’s good to have reminders
of God’s goodness and how much
he has done for us, which gives
a reason to hold him close
you know what I mean?

Closing questions

What would truth have you telling me about you today?  If you were honour-bound to share part of your life with me, what would be a first thing to share?   A love of your job?  A favourite pet?  The best hobby ever?  What kind of thing would strike your fancy?