WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP

Life is Good

It is a dark world. Sometimes we must face the darkness in the safety and reassurance of God’s light. I read a very effective and loving post on the ongoing abortion controversy. The death of a child is a cause for grief, no matter the cause. Life is beautiful, glorious, maddening, brave. And in a child’s eyes we see that beauty and joy, that vibrancy and limitless imagination, that reminds us of how good life truly is.

https://beautybeyondbones.com/2022/05/09/roe-and-woe/

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

James 1:17

Thinking of Furry Friends

Hi everyone! Wallie and I read a very sad listing this morning for a sweet little dog that seems to have been placed in a shelter where they euthanize animals. I’d like to take a moment to thank all those folks out there who are looking for (or have looked for) their furry companions in shelters and are willing to open their homes to these unwanted lives.

The Ladder

Who put the ladder there?

I’d like to know.

But there the apple and there the tree

And there the child, who looks at me.

Happy Easter!

May you finally discover who’s laying all those chocolate eggs

… or something better.

Remembering the God who makes the impossible possible, and the joy of His rising, this day and every day–Happy Easter!

The Small Dog on Ageing…

A beautiful poem. Love never fails!

The Small Dog

She fell on her face and she looked none too happy…

And recently she seems to feel pretty crappy…

Most mornings, I hear her, when rising from bed,

And where once she’d be singing, she’s groaning instead.

Now me, I can sympathise, getting no younger,

I still want my walks but without the same hunger,

I still need my ball and my toys and to play…

But these days, I’m happy to sleep half the day.

We’re ageing together, my two-legs and me,

Where I can still run, she’s slowed up mightily,

I’ll still make a run for a half-open gate,

The only thing she’s heading fast for is ‘late’.

But while we’re both here, we’ll believe in forever,

In loving and living and laughing together,

For one thing that never grows old is the heart

And once filled with love no two hearts ever part.

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Faerie Valentine

Faerie Valentine (2,000 words)

So came a time when magic was no more than the dream of a memory. So it is today. Yet then as now, when the world begins to thaw from winter to spring and Nature works her own enchantments in green buds and dew, a fairy influence still shows itself in subtle ways. Spring is the perfect season for coaxing or aggravating tempers, and Valentine’s Day is the best tease of all.

The youngest fairy of a family, Aoife, was gifted with enchantment. She often sang flowers into early bloom so she might pluck them after a frost, for the petals tasted sweet as ice-cream. Unlike her kin, she couldn’t care less for the human world, which was to her eyes dull and full of sorrow. Perhaps for this reason she caused the most perilous mischief of all.

Son of the Selkie

Son of the Selkie (413 Words)

The Seal Queen found him while exploring the depths one day with her companions. He was a little thing, not quite newborn. The human half of his mer skin was almost blue with weakness, and his scales were dull. The selkie were afraid to go near him because of the diseases spread so easily among merfolk and fish skins, but Spreih couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him to die.

Happy New Year’s From Wallie

May God bless you, this year and next year, and all the years to come.

Level 1000

What would it be like if someone were trapped in their favorite video game as if it were real life?

Dina is about to find out…

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He was beautiful. Not even a 75-inch OLED could have defined Arathiel like she was seeing him with her own eyes. His black hair fell around his shoulders in loose long waves. His olive skin was sculpted with light and shadow from the lowering sun, and his simple, loose clothes flattered the natural poise of the mer’s lithe body. Dina stretched her hand without thinking. She touched him, her fingers sliding across his cheek.

Arathiel’s eyes closed at her touch. He turned his face into her caress. His breath was warm on her wrist, as warm and light as a kiss.

“You’re not enchanting me, are you?” Dina asked.

A small smile quirked his mouth at her question. “What if I am?”

The Green Wood Door

Wallie in retrospect…

WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP

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There are lots of doors. Writing is a door. Art is a door. One of the facets of creative work that has always fascinated me most is the ability to inspire creation. When you see really compelling artwork, you don’t just see a 2D image–you see a story–and that is the beginning of your own journey.

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