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Lament of Death

The deadly virus awoke very early this year.  It yawned and stretched then battled for shelf space and won.  Halloween was smushed.  No more sugar high to celebrate.  The gun went off on All Saints Day and the race was on.  Everything was elbowed, shoved and stomped on until it hit the famous speed bump, ‘Thanksgiving’.  A couple of hours to gorge on turkey and the trimmings, a short nap then back to the stores.  The orgy of spending increased whether there was money in the pocket or not.  Ah,  we can always take it back so we can pay the rent.  People became more desperate to buy before there was nothing left.  Retailers accommodated the virus hoping for a few more pennies in the till. The orgy of Greed, the new celebration.  Holidays die.  The war on them has won.

L
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Dusk

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The warm sun drifts towards the horizon, the clouds catches it’s light and gives off hues of soft mauve and lavender against the fading cobalt sky.  Slowly they turn fiery with gold leaving memories behind.

As the brilliant orb begins to lower itself into the dark, then the silvery moon begins to rise.  It also casts light on the land and the earth quietly sighs as it drifts off to sleep.

L

Lament of Death

The deadly virus awoke very early this year.  It yawned and stretched then battled for shelf space and won.  Halloween was smushed.  No more sugar high to celebrate.  The gun went off on All Saints Day and the race was on.  Everything was elbowed, shoved and stomped on until it hit the famous speed bump, ‘Thanksgiving’.  A couple of hours to gorge on turkey and the trimmings, a short nap then back to the stores.  The orgy of spending increased whether there was money in the pocket or not.  Ah,  we can always take it back so we can pay the rent.  People became more desperate to buy before there was nothing left.  Retailers accommodated the virus hoping for a few more pennies in the till. The orgy of Greed, the new celebration.  Holidays die.  The war on them has won.

L

 

Hope Amid Suffering

A tiny flower hidden in the wild grasses, tentatively looks up to the gentle sun.  Petals slowly open to life and begins to release an ever so slight a scent.  Butterflies and honey bees are drawn to this new fragrance.

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Suddenly, a heel inadvertently crushes the struggling spark of life, bleeding its fragrance to the rest of the wild meadow.  It lays amid others that are damage and broken.  The warming sun and moist soil nourishes this tiny wildflower and it responds.  Even with broken and scarred petals it painfully raises itself for healing.  It sees that there is always hope.

L

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Our Beloved God’s tears fill the deepest crevasses and valleys of our beautiful home. We can stand at the edge of the ocean and the lacy foam caresses our toes while our tears are added to His.

Take care and be kind to one another

L