Seasons—Ovi Poetry Challenge

His voice is all I truly know.
His holy wind through fire will blow
and where He goes my seasons go
in faith as Spirit-led.

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Ronovan Hester offers “season” as inspiration for this week’s Ovi Poetry Challenge. Also posted on Poet’s Corner.

John 3:7-8 KJV
7 Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.
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.

Tonic—Six Sentence Story

Steve’s faith was the only tonic he needed.

When times were peaceful, he harvested peace. When times were less than peaceful, he sowed the choicest seeds of peace he had hoping for a hundred-fold harvest. When times were joyful he laughed with gratitude. Indeed, some thought he laughed too much, because—face it—nothing was all that good.

When all hell broke loose, as most everyone believed it would sooner or later, Steve didn’t notice.

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Denise offers the prompt word “tonic” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Cloudy Sunrise With Water

Relief—Ovi Poetry Challenge

The Lord’s strong favor brings relief
and guards against wild unbelief.
The devil is a wily thief
who’d snatch the way side seed.

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Ronovan Hester offers the inspiration “relief” for this week’s Ovi Poetry Challenge. Also posted on Poet’s Corner.

Matthew 13:19
When any one heareth the word of the kingdom, and understandeth it not, then cometh the wicked one, and catcheth away that which was sown in his heart. This is he which received seed by the way side.

Core—Six Sentence Story

As Bret walked to the beach to photograph the sunrise he saw the moon near the horizon and imagined the sun’s approach for the upcoming solar eclipse. His interests had less to do with astronomy, which he knew little about, than the flowing colors of the dawns and dusks across the sky.

As sea birds and tourists came to watch the sun rise seemingly right out of the core of the ocean, Bret saw a very young woman approach along the water’s edge from the south and a very young man come from the north. He figured they would pass each other by, but they stopped and hugged lingering almost directly in front of him.

Not wanting to photograph their display of affection Bret moved a few feet to the side to give his camera a people-free view of the horizon. Just before the sun rose, and likely oblivious to it, they walked on the wave caressed beach to the north while the sun rose from beyond the curve of the earth to brighten his day as it darkened the other side thousands of miles below him with night.

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Denise offers the prompt word “core” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Story.

The moon approaching the sun still beneath the horizon setting themselves up for the new moon which would look like an eclipse to those in its shadow