With little deeds I wrote my book. May viewers not be led astray. The cluttered moments blew away when upside down the world was shook and what was left is what I took. I reasoned rightly I should read the words I knew I ought to heed. “You’re much too late,” the devil said, “Tomorrow morning you’ll be dead.” This final chapter’s all I need.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “read” to be used in a C-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
There’s nothing that’s been left untold. Our Shepherd’s voice we loved to hear. Our hope replaced our urge to fear. We followed calmly in the fold.
Obeying never will get old. You’ve led us on the lasting way where praise became our urge to pray. Your joy now fully fills our hearts and overflows. What’s sad departs. We watch the sunrise of Your day.
Dale offers the prompt “’tis the season” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. I can safely wish for snow in Florida for the Christmas season since I know it won’t snow. I included two snowy scenes from northern Illinois that remind me of what the season should look like at Christmas-time.
Eugenia offers the word “summit” for this week’s Thursday Prompt. Below are two photos from lookout points on the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina.
To tie these two together, I’m thinking ’tis the season of Christmas wherever we may be. May we realize that Jesus is the summit of our lives.
What’s notable, that I would find. I ditch the fake that thinks it’s rich, ignore the wizard with his witch, resist a compromising mind that fantasizes till it’s blind. Not one of us walks here alone. We see enough what’s dimly shown. With fruit maturing on the way we hear and follow so we may know fully as we’re fully known.
Compassion is forgiving stuff. It’s powerful if one is meek and raises up the burdened weak. Not one of us can get enough.
Though waves are high when storms are rough, though skies show off their grays, the Lord’s aware of all our ways so may we stay compassionate and offer worship. Think of it: We have the privilege now to praise.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “stuff” to be used in an A-rhyme of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. Eugenia offers the word “compassion” for this week’s prompt.
These are old photos. I wonder why I keep using them. In the photo above, the detailed textures of the footprints remind me that, being made in the image of God (Genesis 1:27), we are a distinct and separate creation from anything else that God created. For example, we are very proficient at speaking and understanding words. We are not silent and our words express moral power through blessings or curses.
In the photo below the textures of the white stone, red gravel, dark cavities, green vegetation and fallen leaves presented together seem to have enchanted me. I’m glad Eugenia offered the word “enchanted” for her Thursday Prompt which gives me an excuse to describe them in that way.
Being enchanted, however, suggests to me on the negative side being “manipulated”, “deluded”, or “under a spell of words”. Having been under many I am wary of enchantments. I wonder: Why am I so fond of these photos? To avert any harm, if they seem enchanting to you, may they also be blessings.
When demons push their hostile lies, trashing truths to trip and stumble, laughing through deceit they mumble then justice seems the one that dies.
But round the world comes other cries of those who know that all’s not lost. It never was. With rough waves tossed the darkness hides the light from day pretending dark’s the only way. A holy life is worth the cost.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “mumble” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers “round the word” for this week’s Thursday Prompt. I am thinking of Leviticus 11:45 and 1 Peter 1:16.
Without repentance, anxious, I try hard to mindlessly sit still. In lotus pose I’ll stay until I save myself and learn to fly, to levitate before I die as gravity brags it will win. My baggage stores a weight of sin that keeps me from a soaring leap. I need to find before I sleep that way I’ve blocked, the true way in.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “leap” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge and Eugenia offers “soaring” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.