“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.
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.
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.
Denise offers the prompt word “marvel” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Story. This story continues from Filter – Six Sentence Story. The next chapter is Ocean – Six Sentence Story.
Up in the trees I see blue skies.
They’re sometimes cloudy, full of birds.
A storm approaches. With fresh eyes
come see beyond dark lying words.
Dale challenges us with the theme “in the trees” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
I am grateful to P. A. Oltrogge for bringing Psalm 27 to my attention this past week. Here is the concluding verse about waiting and courage:
Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.
Psalm 27:14 King James Version
I found Michael Wilson’s post on the use of the Greek word for slave, δοῦλος, helpful. He noted that the word is often translated as servant although it means slave. The distinction is that a servant is hired but a slave is owned. When I think about it I’d rather be owned by Jesus than hired by him for my good works. I am grateful that He bought me.
Timothy realized that his most trusted operatives were deceiving him. Did the white hats secure that missing laptop after the blackout? Could he cross the border or would they be waiting for him?
It’s not easy to filter truth from disinformation. Too many were going out of their way to advise him that he was not the target.
He knew better.
Denise offers the word “filter” for this week’s Six Sentence Story. This story continues from Zip – Six Sentence Story. The next chapter is Marvel – Six Sentence Story.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 