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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 aContinue reading “Life is Good”

The Wishing Pool #writephoto

The Wishing Pool (173 words) Where the wishes went, no one knew. Silver pennies went up and down, disappearing into the bottomless black water. “Shh, shh, don’t tell me what it is,” said the goblin. “Just let it go.” That was an impossible thing—letting wishes go. Emmy looked down at the coin in her handContinue reading “The Wishing Pool #writephoto”

Sang-Col #writephoto

Sang-Col (595 Words) It was on a cliff of stone and ice where they met, the goblin chieftain and the human king. So the goblins called the cliff and the field itself Sang-Col, which in their tongue means “Blood-Call.” The goblin chieftain was Scrape, known to her people as a fair but unyielding ruler. InContinue reading “Sang-Col #writephoto”

The Right Gift #writephoto

The Right Gift (119 Words) No, not flowers. He liked flowers, but it didn’t seem right. She sat, looking down at the quiet ground that was so unlike him. Davy had never been quiet. He had never stood still. Even in sleep, he was always tossing and stealing the blankets for himself. Peg’s mouth crookedContinue reading “The Right Gift #writephoto”

The Waking

The Waking (1019 Words) He woke through stillness and cold. That waking was precarious, and came and went, like a lazy tide. But at last, consciousness impressed itself on him. He opened his eyes to the world again. Eddie breathed deep. The heavy motion almost made him cry out. His hand went instinctively to theContinue reading “The Waking”

Amorphous

Amorphous Summer’s lease   is short But if he had         compared her To a cloud             we’d know It was true             for clouds Somehow             are never The same               but always Changing               under Under                    the eye And                       yet They are                 always Just                         the same As                           a Song.