The devil gets no peace. To sing
for him is more a punishment.
His time is short. It goes. It went,
but wrath remains a fearful thing.
We’re confident. Each coming spring
is but rehearsal for the end
when death is done and life can mend.
We can’t cling to an evil heart.
Please, make it new. Now let us start.
Tomorrow we’ll be home, my friend.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “spring” to be used in an A line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
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.
Romans 8:18-19 King James Version
19 For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God.
Pastor Robert Fountain of Calvary Chapel Miami Beach gave the following sermon on Acts last Sunday.
The final song of the service was Confident.
Was it the tree? Was it our choice
to be like gods that day?
That fruit, recall, did not agree.
Perhaps it really was the tree
when we did not obey.
Chelsea Owens challenges us to write a rant for this month’s A Mused Poetry Contest. Ranting gives me a chance to blame someone besides myself.
I was thinking of Genesis 3. Imagine what Adam and Eve might have said to each other after eating from the tree that gave them the knowledge of good and evil along with the realization, to their surprise, that they weren’t good enough to be gods.
I don’t recall that they actually blamed the tree in Genesis, but they might as well have. I wonder what God would have done if they repented then and there, broke their rant, and blamed themselves?
Regardless, were I in their place given my own history of messing things up, I shudder to think what would have happened.
Looking up I know that I
am blessed to see this full wolf moon.
Without a word I hear the sky,
Maranatha. Coming soon.
Eugenia offers the prompt “wolf moon” for this week’s challenge. I was thinking of Psalm 19 when writing this.
“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.
Denise offers the prompt word “ocean” for this week’s six sentence story. This story continues from Marvel – Six Sentence Story. The next chapter is Mark – Six Sentence Story.
Dale offers us the prompt “from ground level” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
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.
The Red Sea’s calm.
The riddle’s gone.
We praise the Lord
who brings this dawn.
Eugenia offers for this week the prompt “dawning”. As background to the poem see Exodus 14.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 