Race—Ovi Poetry Challenge

I lost myself with some disgrace.
The mirror cringed to see my face.
I didn’t think it was a race
until I knew it was.

But that was then and now is now.
With soil turned beneath the plow
the seed was planted—God knows how—
and everything was changed.

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Ronovan Hester’s Ovi Poetry Challenge this week offers the word “race” as inspiration. Posted also at Poet’s Corner.

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Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

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      1. Here is a six sentence story I wrote this morning. I will share it with you. Pray I wait on the Lord to bring fruit from my words in due time.

        Bookends
        A dreary morning, I, too, feel how outside appears, heavy, perhaps from clouds that hide the sun. Hung over, maybe it rained in the night, intoxicating while leaves slept. Maybe sleep darkness were deception cloaked in dreams.

        I walked in its midst, and met others also, who noticed nothing strange. Now, as I ponder Psalm 1, and my eyes sink, I ask, have I, too, unknowingly, walked in any counsel of the wicked? “Let everything that has breath, Praise the Lord”!

        Ps 1:1 and Ps 150:6

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