Love comes when the mountains ring and valleys rise to roar. They rang, I fear. Oh, can’t you hear? I love you more and more.
The prompt for Chel Owens’ A Mused Poetry Contest is to write “a funny love poem inside a greeting card”. Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt is “romance”. It is Valentine’s Day. I am only hoping the above is romantic and funny enough.
A very short story of mine, “Moon Walk”, was publishedin Whispers and Echoes. It also has a Valentine’s Day theme. I am grateful to the editor for selecting it.
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.