Write Now!
This blog started as a 'Lenten Writing Project', where we wrote each day in Lent. Now that Summer is here, let's keep up the discipline of writing with a weekly writing challenge! A prompt will be posted each week and anyone is welcome to join in and post their writing here or participate just by reading it.
Every writer has their own special light to add to this blog and all of your writing offerings are appreciated, whether poetry, prose, essay, thoughts, lists or comments and encouragement.
by Pat Mason
ReplyDeleteSaw a crow taking a very splashy bath in a large mud puddle today, even though it was pouring down rain at the time.
If water represents the Spirit then perhaps this crow could represent mankind.
We busy ourselves splashing around in life, muddying up the waters looking for God's Spirit. Sometimes all we really need to do is to pause and look up and realize that God has been raining His Spirit down on us all along.
"Be still and know." How true this is.
Warm rain trickles down
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Vibrant life bursts forth.
Golden daffodils trumpet
The resurrection of Spring.
Guaranteed to Bloom
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Like the commercial with catsup
slowly microinching down the bottleneck,
Spring pushes slender daffodil leaves and stems
and wider, darker verdent tulip leaves
up through the soil.
Anticipation sonar calls me to inspect
the progress which seems not to change
each day that I look.
So are prayers changing our determined
Winter hardness of minds and hearts
into hopeful, imaginative energy of Spring.
Regeneration is in motion, God knows,
flowers are imminent.
beautiful! Thank you.
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Oh Marlene, Such a gorgeous poem! That one goes in the book!
DeleteEvermore, Evermore
ReplyDeleteYear in and year out -
the planets glide gracefully
round about.
Day in and day out -
the tides flow in
the tides flow out
Beat after beat -
our hearts are strong
and living life is oh so sweet
Yet, after the beats
when the days all end
and the years are no more
love will carry us evermore, evermore.
love will carry us evermore, evermore.
Saw a tree the shape of an upside down pencil with a beaver damn near by. The tree looked as if ready to topple over. The never ending cycles of life.
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Lenten Prompt #18 March 10, 2012 Saturday
ReplyDeleteGod whispered to me today
in a sweet, warm breeze
It has been 20 degrees for many months
I'm not complaining
I was expecting that
But God came by today
in a warm, 60 degree breeze
I opened the front door
I opened the back window
I soaked it all in,
with a long, deep sigh
God whispered to me today
in a sweet, warm breeze
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Yesterday I did not get outside into nature, but that did not mean that I didn’t notice it. The wind knocked on my door – catching the artificial aluminum shamrocks that hang there and knocking them against the wood to say, ‘I am here’. Mud and grass cling to shoes of visitors and the little pieces make their way in like stowaways – knowing that they will have a successful month tumbling around my floor before I notice them. Rain pelts my roof and drums it’s rain-fingers to say, “I am here”. Perhaps it is time that I should be still and know...
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