Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.Psalm 51:2-3 King James Version
“I hope the kids don’t remember that song you used to sing to them about the bird and the word.”
“I didn’t sing it for long. When they got older, I pretended to be the voice of their doll, Sweetie Baby.”
“You know, we still have that doll in case they ever want it.”
“It’s good to keep stuff like that. Actually some of those old songs aren’t any goofier than the ones they sing today. No wonder we’re all messed up.”
“At least the grand kids don’t know the song.”
“Unfortunately I sang it to them as well.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s September 10th Flash Fiction Challenge. Charli Mills offers the prompt to use something heard on the radio now or in the past.
I feel as if I ought to send A warning out to one and all: Beyond the bend's a cliff, a fall, A tragedy, a blur, a blend Into a gorgeous, awful end. And then inconsequentially What would become of you and me? Ah! Let it come here anyway. Yes, Come tomorrow. Come today! Embrace the opportunity.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “blend” as a rhyming word in the A lines. The poem has ten lines with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
“All those tiny people in the gallery don’t know it but they’re at the center of the universe,” Mark asserted.
George protested, “The universe doesn’t have a center.”
And so the claims and counter-claims of George and Mark came and went, often nowhere. Where would one want them to go? Should they flutter to the whatchamacallit radio source at Sagittarius A*?
“And,” Mark continued, “if those tiny people in the gallery are at the center of the universe they’re right smack dab where they ought to be.”
Linked to Six Sentence Story where Denise offers the challenge word “gallery”.
A cat is like a Teddy Bear who follows you around assuming he has nothing better to do.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Look up. Look down. Reflecting water shows The sky as all around. Morning sunshine grows.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “look to the skies”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. It’s midnight. Soon it will be Monday morning. I can’t think of a good reason (that I haven’t already reported) why I’ve been smiling this past week. Being able to calmly watch the sun rise over the pond below is a blessing that reinforces the default smile. Although the August wildflowers are past their peak in the Forest Preserve, the forest and trails are still there and sometimes I am as well.
The only high winds were Windy, the wolf, so Straw, the pig, built a house of straw. Brick overbuilt with bricks. Stick used what was lying around, sticks. Both annoyed Straw. “It’s not fair!” Straw complained to Windy. He wanted all three houses.
Windy went to Stick’s home and blew it down. Chomp! He ate Stick. Then he went to Brick’s home. Brick gave Straw a key. Straw lent it to Windy. Chomp!
When Windy returned Straw squealed, “Perfect!” Windy, mind-blown as ever, thought: yummy. Chomp! He (gasp!) ate Straw.
Moral: Some high winds can take your breath away.
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s September 3rd Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the theme of “high winds” for these 99-word stories.
When you have reached your own room, be kind to those who have chosen different doors and to those who are still in the hall. If they are wrong they need your prayers all the more; and if they are your enemies, then you are under orders to pray for them. That is one of the rules common to the whole house.C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, The Complete C.S. Lewis Signature Classics, 2002, page 11, at the end of the preface
Here is a song written by Keith Getty and Stuart Townend. Wikipedia reports a controversy between the satisfaction theory of atonement and the ransom theory of atonement regarding the lines “Till on that cross as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied”. Although I don’t fully understand this controversy, I like this song. In doing so I hope I remain kind to those who have chosen different doors or who are still searching in the hall.
“No need to worry. You look good. You’re healthier than most I’ve seen.” His diet’s simple, conscience clean - Except when doing what what he would Instead of what he knew he should. Some end will come. Although he'd pay, No doctor then could make him stay. Perhaps today the ground will tip. On what’s unknown, his feet shall slip And then, like dust, he'd blow away.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the rhyme word is “tip” which should appear in a D line where the rhyme scheme is ABBAACCDDC.
It’s those little things that don’t matter until they do.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.