Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday – Evil and the Light
Author: Frank Hubeny
I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.
Art From Nature
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “art from nature”. The art here is the hook, trellis poles and grape arbor. Nature framed it.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. We moved back to Miami Beach, but could not get our internet re-connected for a couple of days. Everything seemed to go bananas and the excuse was always “covid”. Then the problems vanished after going to the cable provider’s offices personally, covid or no covid. I look at it as divine blessing. I did realize we need to prepare for extended periods without the internet. That realization was the source of my smile this week along with every opportunity to offer gratitude for blessings.
Sunday Walk 17
I had rather feel contrition than be skilful in the definition thereof.
Thomas a Kempis, The Imitation of Christ, Chapter 1.3, Translated by Rev. William Benham, Project Gutenberg
Tears To Leave Behind
They're growing in a window well where light is rarely seen. Live on, persist, be bright and green, or yellow hued for just a spell. They offer us some hope and tell us though pigheaded, willful, blind there's grace abounding, sure and kind. With thankful blessings everywhere repent, reform, reach up and there we'll leave our every tear behind.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the word “blind” is a rhyme word in the C lines of a décima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Oasis – Six Sentence Story
Jim opened the certified package from his friend, Steve, whom he had not seen in fifty years. There was a letter and a copy of The Imitation of Christ that Jim gave Steve decades ago. Steve saw the book while sorting through boxes and decided to return it after finding Jim’s address.
A few months before receiving the package Jim wondered how his life veered off course getting lost in a moral dessert. How did he get from being a teenager who could attend Mass with joy to become an old man who barely had a clue?
Jim cautiously opened the worn book and began reading smelling the fresh air of an oasis amidst its aging pages.
Linked to Six Sentence Stories where Denise offers the prompt “oasis”.
One-Liner Wednesday – The Most Important Days
Everything in me tells me these are the most important days you will know in our lifetime. Waste them, and it will be the greatest regret of your life.
Mario Murillo, 5 THINGS YOU MUST DO DURING THIS AGONIZING WAITING PERIOD, November 23, 2020
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Low Light
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “low light”. I lowered the light on these, perhaps too much.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The leaves are gone, but the forest preserve is still a peaceful place to walk conducive to many smiles.
Here is a poem I wrote for Chel Owen’s Christmas Newsletter challenge. The challenge is open until December 11th for any who might want to participate. These poems are supposed to be funny. I am not sure that mine is, but if I did achieve that rare state of humor, that would bring another smile to my face.
Christmas Newsletter Larry’s Earth is on the Moon. Greg’s might be on Mars. Lulu’s livid with the news. Sue shoots shooting stars. I’m the final one who’s sane. At least, I can pretend. I have no time to rush away, so Merry Christmas, friend!
Cabin – Friday Fictioneers
Looking at the shadow of its chimney I remembered the cabin full of mosquitoes. Mr. McGregor told me they couldn’t get into the bedroom. There was a shower, a woodstove, and a bed. I would only be there a few weeks. Given the bear warnings it would be better than my tent.
Incidentally, there was also a ghost that rattled stuff, but so did the wind.
When I left I told Mr. McGregor about the ghost. He apologized. Normally he wouldn’t have rented the cabin, but I seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn’t mind Megan. I didn’t.
Linked to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.
Sunday Walk 16
Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths. The way of peace they know not; and there is no judgment in their goings: they have made them crooked paths: whosoever goeth therein shall not know peace.
Isaiah 59:7-8 King James Version (cited by Mario Murillo, WHAT IF THE AMERICAN CHURCH DOES NOT REPENT?, Mario Murillo Ministries, November 11, 2020)
Nightmares on the Gentlest Tier of Hell
This tossing makes me wonder why regrets won't let me get some sleep without those nightmares from the deep. I would shed tears. I'd even cry if that would help. Regardless, I can't face these twisted memories. I'd have to run off on my knees, but could I even find my way, the one I lost that lazy day, or days, when I served my own ease?
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the rhyme word “sleep” must be one of the B rhymes in a décima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
In case it isn’t obvious, the “I” in the poem is an imaginary character in a mild region of hell trying to get some rest. I pray this “I” would not be me. I pray he not be you either.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 