Busy folk in the city paid no attention to the clouds splashing through the sky. The clouds got darker. They dropped thick, beautiful snow. The busy folk couldn’t get to work. The snow was so deep the snow plow driver didn’t see the sign to raise the plow in time. That made a mess.
People blamed the politicians who promised global warming. The politicians blamed the scientists. The scientists blamed Gaia. Since Gaia doesn’t exist, she couldn’t care less.
The clouds couldn’t care less either, because that’s not what clouds do. They splash through the sky dropping rain and snow.
The watchers on the wall will sound the trumpets warning should they see the enemy. Persistently we’ll hold the line. To Him we’re bound. It’s up to us to stand our ground. Survival and salvation: May we thank the Lord for every day He gives to let our voices roar, our praises to the heavens soar. We hear His voice. We rise, obey.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “roar” to be used in a D-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. Eugenia offers “survival” as her prompt this week.
With freeze and thaw of wintry woes some fear the still-life’s gonna die. Why spin the news so fast that I can see the lies beneath fresh snows?
There is the Lamb that heaven shows, the One who can unseal the book. The losing side will try to hook the world with sorrows. Persevere. The sea of glass and fire comes here with victory and praising. Look!
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “hook” to be used in a C-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. Eugenia offers the theme “still-life” as her prompt this week. A commentary on Revelation by Michael Rood was on my mind especially verse 15:2 which he kept referring to.
The painted wall was old with an open knot hole letting those passing by peek through should any care, but in this mundane setting no one bothered. All that was on the other side was the mystery of another family’s sense of home.
Was it Bert’s family where bankruptcy and divorce left the remaining member, Bert, wondering how to get even, wondering why, wondering and then resting from wondering? Was it Clara’s family whose husband was buried last month wondering when it would be her turn and wondering how she would be able to get by on her own until then?
Was it Bill’s family where Bill suggested repentance and reconciliation for Bert as Bill’s wife stopped by to see Clara to let her know she was not alone? Was it some other family of lovers and beloved perhaps even your own?
Constricting envy cannot rest. It meditates throughout the night, turns dark the dawn of morning light. Our lungs can’t breathe. We’re python pressed.
We’d much prefer to be caressed without this dust. We don’t need more of what they’ve got. We’re looking for a way to make the python go, stop scheming, squeezing, wanting so. The Spirit breathes. We see the door.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “rest” to be used in a A-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. Eugenia offers “envy” as the prompt for her challenge this week.
This hazy morning’s white with snow that’s covering the summer grass, depositing a fluffy mass. May spring appear and let things grow. The winter’s beautiful although it’s much too cold with silent chills. I’d rather sleep than look for thrills while running out about the park where footsteps leave a foot deep mark, unless that’s what I hear He wills.
It’s holiness that makes us hush not happiness that runs away with pleasures leading us astray in nightmares while the waters rush.
With affirmations rich and plush we thank the Lord who made the sky, who made the earth and birds that fly and creatures on the land below and in the water. See! They show the glory of our God on high.