Dale offers the prompt “nature in black and white” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
I picked some photos that had little color in them but black and white.
I was going to remove the color, but then I would have to learn a new trick with the photo editor.
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I am thankful to the Lord for everything mentioned below and all of His other blessings.
The photos tell their tales with the help of captions.
I told Mark to put a lid on his sarcastic babbling and write a love poem. The problem was Mark didn’t know how (which is why I’m writing this tale). Betty, Mark’s nemesis and master at setting off needless fireworks, was as bad as – no, let’s face it, she was even worse than – Mark.
Who would have thought those two would ever come together since by every natural law on the books you need more than self-exertion to do the impossible. But when the impossible happened to them, in spite of their exercising every option they had to stop it, Mark and Betty got what is called a miracle.
So, all you have to do to write a love poem is let heaven get near enough (like right inside you) so heaven can do through you (since you’re no longer a bystander) what heaven does best: lovely miracles.
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Denise offers the prompt word “option” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
This is a side-walk type trail along Regent Parkway in Fort Mill, South Carolina.
Along the trail there are many beautiful magnolia trees which sometimes have white blossoms along with many other trees, some quite tall.
It’s like walking in the woods with a four-lane road on one side and houses on the other.
Posted for Pepper’s One Step at a Time.
Dale offers the prompt “what’s flowering where you are” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
None of these are wild flowers since someone had to plant them.
I am glad they/we did.
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I am thankful to the Lord for everything mentioned below and all of His other blessings.
The photos tell their tales with the help of captions.
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Sometimes it is best to slow down, I told a tall, thin gentleman who was sitting at a table with me at the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro.
Usually it is the fastest way to get anything done right, the gentleman said in agreement.
Of course, those who like to go fast would object, but what do they know? I added.
They know nothing, the gentleman said adding the fourth sentence to our marvelous tale.
After drinking our coffees and eating the croissants I asked him, What should the title of our story be?
He said, Let’s call it: Don’t Rush Through Paradise.
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Denise offers the prompt word “table” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
The wind moves mysteriously like the Spirit holding all together at the table of love.
They met in spring and were married in June. It is autumn when leaves turn. The children and the grandchildren run their many ways.
Right now for one of them the sun is setting. Years from now in splashing golden light it will set for the other.
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Denise offers the prompt word “table” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
John 3:8 KJV – 8 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 