Independence

Depending only on the Lord
I took His word, a two-edged sword,
but left the demon’s sparkling hoard
I used to wish was mine.

That change of life I won’t forget:
within reborn without regret,
with joy the well, with river wet
which flows with living water.

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For Ronovan Hester’s Ovi Poetry Challenge. Posted on Poet’s Corner.

Melancholy—Six Sentence Story

The hostility between Steve and Bobby was miraculously resolved during the funeral of their older-by-twelve-years sister and Fred’s wife, Lily. During Fred’s eulogy for his wife he handed Steve and Bobby separate boxes containing mementos of their lives from infancy through grade school that Lily saved having watched over them many decades ago. He then handed them envelops with the words “Last Will” written on them containing a letter asking her two brothers to stop fighting with each other.

Touched by a sense of melancholy while going through the box he received from Fred, Bobby apologized to and forgave Steve who seeing this as a sign of weakness announced to all at the funeral that this long-overdue confession coming from the likes of Bobby was a miracle (which it may well have been).

In spite of that remark peace between them lasted until Steve insisted moments later that he get credit for being the one who apologized first which everyone at the funeral knew was a lie. Through the resulting commotion Fred called for silence and handed the brothers another envelop containing Lily’s second Last Will which simply read, “Didn’t I tell you two to STOP FIGHTING?”

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

1 John 2:9
He that saith he is in the light, and hateth his brother, is in darkness even until now.

White Flower

Music on Film

Having “a bad case of music festival withdrawal” Dale offers the prompt “music on film” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.

Letting my imagination dance around me I found two recent photos I took on a walk through the old golf course that was turned into a park across the street.

My imagination said about the first one, “Those plants are dancing.” Then I heard, “That bee and blossom are dancing to the music of a beautiful day.” I thought to myself, You’ve got to be kidding, but I realized I best not say that out loud.

Dancing Plants
Bee and Blossom Dancing

Replay—Six Sentence Story

Ralph ran his mind like an audio device on permanent replay. He believed in neither demonic nor angelic spirits which made the demons giggle with double delight.

What overflowed through his mouth further challenged his pretenses of being rational. Additionally all the time he spent muttering to himself made him wonder precisely whom those meditations were meant to impress.

To keep reality afloat in spite of his doubt that reality was really real he wondered if reality might well be an AI program simulating who knows what or whether there were some female identity trapped inside his male body all of which surprised even Satan who laughed at the inanities unrenewed minds wasted their lives on. As the day ended Ralph tried to put his spirit to sleep while his spirit struggled to wake him up.

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Denise offers the prompt word “replay” for this week’s Six Sentence Story.

Philippians 4:8
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Rocks, Dirt and Darkness
Rocks, Dirt and Darkness

Petrichor—Six Sentence Story

Jake’s rationalizations tried to redirect the waterfall of reality away from himself so he could avoid getting wet. If the latter rain came his soul was so dry he might start smelling like petrichor. And if he got filled to overflowing who knows what might happen?

From mountain sources water splashed down boulders like conviction eroding away the resistance of his stony heart.

Jake remembered reading somewhere that given the current rate of erosion the entire mountain would be at sea level in less than fifty million years assuming reality lasted that long. He wondered how long his heart could hold out.

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Denise offers the prompt word “petrichor” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. Although I’ve heard it before I had to look it up. Petrichor is “the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil.

James 5:7
Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain.

The Great Wide Open

Dale offers the prompt “the great wide open” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.

These photos were taken long ago, but here’s a poem that is new:

From oceans to mountains to oceans again
with clouds in the sky and the birds coming in.
Skip down to the photos. In gratitude stay.
Give praise while you can. Oops. The birds flew away.

Sunrise Birds
Sunrise Birds, Florida
Blue Ridge Mountains, North Carolina
Cripple Creek, Colorado
Atlantic Ocean from Florida