Dale offers the theme “from close up” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. I was surprised that the tiny lizard sat still long enough for me to get three photos. I suspect the grasshopper sat still because it was injured. Both knew I was there, wishing I’d go away. So I moved on.
18 For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. 19 For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God.
“It will be Biblical,” I’ve read. My hope embraces all the change and challenges. I’ll rearrange ignoring fear, rejecting dread.
In truth good news has long been spread. I sacrifice my sinful heart. Create it pure. Renew each part. I’ll trust the warmth and saving care. I’ll wait in silence anywhere then praise whatever You might start.
Ronovan Hester challenges us to use the rhyme word “care” in a D line of a décima having the rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC. I was mostly thinking of Psalm 51.
Through his earpiece Timothy was instructed to meet at the “six gates” safehouse in two hours.
He could walk there in fifteen minutes giving him enough time to see if the location was compromised. The approaching storm over the Atlantic Ocean would offer some cover if it was. He hid his earpiece, phone and a small surprise under the mulch behind the building where no one should go and he went to the boardwalk to watch.
Through his binoculars Timothy smiled when he recognized the two men who shouldn’t have found his phone, find it. His only regret was he kind of liked that earpiece.
Above is a photo of a walkway taken near ground level. I call that a “pigeon perspective” thinking that’s what pigeons see. Below is the top of a palm branch lying on the ground in a park. I like the folds of the branch that peeled off the trunk of the tree.
Rene Sparrow featured last week the following song in her post Hope, Treasures in the Trash. I see the photos on this page as a way for me to hunt for treasures in what might look like trash. Above is a wound in a pruned tree. Below is a leaf fallen on a stump.
We ask and yet we don’t receive. Let’s drop some plans. Let others wait. I wonder: Were the corners straight? What wayward missteps did we weave?
I won’t let fear take root to grieve. Dreams are cooking? Let them simmer. Dusk is growing. Light gets dimmer. Take time to find the righteous way avoiding what led us astray. Morning sunlight soon will shimmer.
Ronovan Hester challenges us to write a décima with the rhyme word “shimmer” in a C line with a rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
Morning sunlight through the trees and to the pond
Timothy saw a spider rest at the center of its web. What a marvel of patience!
Looking through his binoculars he noticed smiles on the faces of the agents as they left his abandoned apartment. He heard in his earpiece, “The white hats have the laptop”, but he suspected it could be mere psyops.
Regardless all he needed to do was wait. Either they wandered into the web or they didn’t.