Share Your World 7-13-2020

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Well, here’s my first post for Melanie’s Share Your World — yaay! Thanks, Melanie, for sharing your “safe space.” Also thanks to Alistair for making his “shares” an entertaining feature on his blog for some time. I can’t match his wit and I won’t even try, but it’s fun to do something that brings the world together even in this small way rather than dividing it.

What song always gets you out on the dance floor?

No brainer: Santana’s “Smooth”! Pulls me right out of my seat. I’m not sure I know what the lyrics are saying even.

What’s your favorite sleeping position?

On my side mostly, but these days the rheumatoid arthritis makes sleeping that way hard on my shoulders. 😦

If you could snap your fingers and instantly make the world better, what would you do?

Abolish small talk? 😂 I’m quite the failure at it.

Also abolish Twitter. Now that would be an idea!

Seriously though, there are so many evils in the world and they all begin with the human heart. So I would start there and have everyone granted the vision to see each other as they are, made in the image of God, created to love Him and each other.

What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done, and why did you do it?

One of the scariest things was when I was a kid walking down a lonely stretch of country road and a pack of angry, barking dogs came running towards me from the side of a farmhouse. I knew if I ran I was done for. So I just kept walking while they circled around me barking furiously. I kept my breathing steady, no sudden movements and kept walking, never meeting their eyes, just looking straight ahead. After about what felt like forever, their owner whistled for them and they ran off. Whew.

Then I walked that road again, and again, always with a bit of dread, I guess to prove to myself that I could face my fears, Who knows? Kids do stupid things! 🙄

Gratitude Moment (optional)

Please feel free to share something uplifting from your life!  

Gratitude-and-Appreciation

I am so thankful for fellow bloggers who bring so much pleasure to my life through their thoughts and writing. You open my eyes to different experiences and challenges that are so different from my own. Here’s to you folks! Sláinte!🍻

💚Dora

On Easter

Easter steals between the clouds
To waken weary hearts
From the sorrows of the night
Into glorious morn.

The light falls pale on frozen time
That on a graveside dwells;
The warmth it casts cannot be felt
Until the stillness breaks.

Death quakes to hear the voice of One
Who forever broke its chains
Rising o’er the sleeping world
And one whose heart is torn.

Eternal light throws back the shroud
And grief gives way to joy
As turning we greet the risen King
And hope where there was none.

In Hollywood They Have Their Millions

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In Hollywood they have their millions
The politicians they have their minions
The media they want their slices
Of power and money and fame.
But whatever they hand out
They frankly don’t give a hoot about
You or your dreams or your life.

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When God Breaks In

There is a time in everyone’s life when God breaks in, when all the artifices of man crumble like so much dust. Culture, race, language, identity, and time itself melts alway before the eternal, incorruptible, all-encompassing  presence of God Himself. His timelessness steps into our time. The eternal Word takes on flesh to speak in a human tongue eternal truth. Grace and mercy descends to rescue a cruel and corrupt world. Love looks into our eyes with everlasting tenderness.

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In a Dark Hour

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3 A.M.

Awakened to an eerie self-examination of the soul
on the steel-cold surface under surgically precise lights
unentombing cancers, contagion-carrying arteries, dismembered
corruption to the dispassionate gaze of an Enemy brooding,
brooding.

3:20 A.M.

Still sweating under the administered fumes seeping
through pores, guilt-driven language of parents driven
from home to carnage of children preying on children, warfare
of wretched depravity in the eyes of a man, a woman seething,
seething.

3:40 A.M.

Cannot speak, cannot hear, cannot see, cannot feel anything
but the weight of irreversible fate, the darts of the Enemy
injections of delirious oblivion only to awaken to endless night
where no refuge lies from grief and fear and the hate pursuing,
pursuing.

4:00 A.M.

Helpless, my tongue dry, the light dims, darkness closes in,
but a voice is heard, a minister to prophesy over the bitter
collocation of bones, unholy, “O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD!”-
prophesy!- in the body and the blood a Life that is not mine breathes,
breathes.

DailyPostPrompt: eerie

It Can’t Be Smoke: A Haunting

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It can’t be smoke that drives you here like a leaf
Caught in a funeral pyre or a sinner fleeing in shame!
What fell blast of Hell’s eternal fire brings you, cruel shade
Upon my porch, and feeds the tendrils of your fiery flame?
Begone, you ghost of the foul-mouthed past that stalks
The children of men, to warn of never-ending death
And griefs that ne’er can mend! Begone upon your walks
Of doom and leave me to life’s revelry and vice
Until its trinkets be a dream and I a shadow like you.

DailyPostPrompt: Smoke

The Marsh Fiend

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The four friends sat in the pale moonlight beside a flickering fire. The youngest of them was just short of thirty, the others led by four or five. They had long met in this clearing by the marshes, surrounded on all sides by woods. As the darkness grew heavier, their thoughts turned inward to the Marsh Fiend of Vetiver and Thyme. She travelled alone like a ghost far from home luring travelers to her side. And once they had seen her and gazed quietly at her while she smiled her forlorn smile.

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The Goblet of Cardis

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“Clumsy, you are,” the old Tutor said, looking at the woman before him.
She bowed down her head like a wounded deer, the shame creeping up her neck
Like a phantom of heat engulfing her head until she sank down before him.
There before them lay the shattered remains of the crystal goblet of Cardis.

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The Promises, the Giver

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Jacob’s Ladder Crepuscular Panorama/Wikipedia

If in all the world I could trust just you
To forever keep a promise or two
I’d give my soul to you, my dear,
With many a kiss and nary a fear
Believing your promises were safe and true
And I had nothing to fear from you.

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Edge of Original

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I’ve been on the edge of “original” all my life,
she said, reaching for the top shelf in the grocer’s aisle,
and teetering on her toes, tips of her fingers on the jam
she hoped to coax forward but pushed further back;
still probing, she continued to ruminate long-
windedly while His gaze receded farther from her
who held her origin in His heart which alone knew
who she was apart from the jam, the cart, the grocer’s
aisle while she strained in pursuit of a receding jar
leaving behind uniqueness in the receding Light.

 

DailyPostPrompt: original