The Road Home

What do you See? Dec/04/2018

 

It’s a long way to Forever

Seems I’ve been walking miles

And miles, days and more days

But I can see it, gleaming ahead

Creator’s colors, Crayola box full

Spark-blooming fireworks play with sun

Video preview of joys to come…

As if balloons were tied to my shoulders

I feel lighter with every step

Lifted from road ‘neath hurrying feet

Eager, approaching God’s front porch…

“Welcome to Glory, son—you’re home!”

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My Breakwater

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/weekend-writing-prompt-83-breakwater/

PROMPT:  58 words exactly.

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You are my Breakwater

Lord above storms…

They come a-rising

Tsunami waves threaten

To consume all calm

Glad gratitude…

My shores quake with

Remembered assaults

Lightning strikes of childhood

Cruelty’s thunder from those

Assigned to provide

Love, nurture…

But YOU, Jesus

Christ, unmovable Rock

Stand strong amid winds

Arms outstretched, one

Holds waters back

The other embraces me.

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Wolf Therapy

Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018

So you DID return, Wolf

I should have known

I recall your kind wisdom

Generosity often

Your therapy room full

Of things fascinating to

Wounded hearts, minds, souls

I still have pastel you coaxed

Me to draw, ‘Journey’

Hope you’d be pleased

How far I’ve come

Good to see you

On crisp winter day

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Gone-Love, Life Unlived

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #25: Un-lived Lives

You were my unlived life…

Mere child, I looked in your

Oceanic eyes, rode the planes

Of your face with my fingertips

Through glass of picture frame

Kissed coolness of your lips there

And clung like drowning girl

To your voice, every intonation

Heard from farthest-afar.

I knew you in silhouetted profile and

Purposeful posture, stride…each gesture.

It was love, dire need, passion, unrequited

Longing…adoring obsession.

Imagination intense, pictorial, I would never

“Grow out of” this attachment, dislocated

Parallel life—nor traverse infeasible

Distance in time, miles, heart.

Impossible was only a technicality, my

Soul assured…you would have walked

Same streets as I, hand in hand, if you could

If there were not 32 years, a million miles

A sequestered world defining our boundaries.

At every crossroad, crisis, I reached for you

In dark labyrinth of hunger…found you there.

When you no longer occupied Island of Earth

Having sailed final voyage…restrictions

Dissolved, nothing left to encumber…you became

Mine, unfettered…gone-love-ghost forever…

My life-unlived preserved in amber.

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Surge of Expression

Weekly Writing Challenge #169

(5) Words: | RANT | BOW | SURGE | PAGE | SPIN |

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Pages spin, surge of words…

Voices rant, bow before Creator God

Who holds wealth of all dictionaries

As well as every soul who opens lips

To utter with native tongue or

Writing tool, heart’s outpouring:

Wisdom, yearning, contempt, ardor

Frustration, shame, compassion, ache

Of longing, humor, excruciating agony

Exquisite joy…the whole human

Experience in its infinite variations.

His love and mercy embrace, celebrate

Our complexities with gladness that

He made us to be fully alive…not

Emotionless machines.

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Familiarity, as Drug

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/50-word-thursday-29/

Prompt:  Familiarity drugs thought, and begins to blur instinct.

(Piece must be in multiples of 50 words – maximum of 250)

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Familiarity, as drug…

That’s rich, perfect

Solves mystery, satisfies

Child-within’s “why?”

Seemed apparent that

Mom didn’t think, didn’t

Particularly observe; or

Perhaps neglected effort

To process what was daily

Before her eyes, ears

Her children…and translate into

Thought, that which required

Responsive words, actions…

Maternal instinct blurred, evaporated.

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Shade Within Shadows (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

Shade within shadows

Times fit ‘tween Time, memories

Places niched in mind

Where those who live forever

Reside caped by filtered light

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