Here we found peace, and contentment, we can wait, for we look forward to seeing Him and listening to His words: Christ is King. Inspired by Island – Image by KL Caley
Prayer
Return #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephotohttps://scvincent.com/2021/01/21/thursday-photo-prompt-returning-writephoto/ He said he would return, and only the faithful understood, and waited. The doubters, the jokers, the cheaters were so confident. They laughed, and mocked those prostrate and grieving souls, in the churches... Then, one bright morning, he was there, standing tall, guarded by a legion of angels. The faithful rose, … Continue reading Return #writephoto
A visit
He doesn't come to my room often, but it's always at night. In his presence I sense power and justice, a great calm. Last night, he wanted to know how I was, and when I told him he smiled: "You have a good few years in front of you, have no fear." I asked him … Continue reading A visit
The Guardian Angel
The old man looked out of the window into the familiar expense of the suburban garden, taking in the brightness of the tulips, the now fading bluebells and the impertinent grass, absurdly green. What a contrast with the arid plateau at the foot of the mesa! There, on his desk, near the photograph of the assembled family - the … Continue reading The Guardian Angel
#Promptbox: Planetary Boundaries
We will restore the Earth to Her Beauty, We will clean the Rivers, Purge the Oceans Of the filth of greed, We will return the Land to its rightful owners We will ban weapons and complicated machines, We will destroy Satan's mills... We will, again, till the soil Without poisons, But first: We will … Continue reading #Promptbox: Planetary Boundaries
Silent Friday This Time… Je Suis Paris
My nearly wordless tribute to a city and its people. Regardless of colour or religion… for those who value human life in all its diversity.
#FiveSentenceFiction: Trust (part 2)
My hands were now pitiful lumps of red flesh, raw from the descent, I could no longer feel my arms. The rope passed through a narrow gully, between two sharp needles of granite, above me I could guess at the cold dawn. I took advantage of the two vertical walls, pressing my back on one … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Trust (part 2)
Dawn
The small bird was close to our window: her voice rose high and clear in the light mist shrouding the garden. She was celebrating life and the dawn of a new day, she was saying hope is alive, and look at me: I am small, but I am here, for God is great and I … Continue reading Dawn
#VisDare 77: Precocious #WritersWednesday
I see your little family, slowly following the narrow track on your journey,And I admire you, your beautiful silhouette, the narrow shoulders, and baby Lama in her cot.This is a long route, but you are safe, for, secretly, the mountains are protecting you.Here, behind the clouds, there is no shelling, no bombs, no beating:You have left … Continue reading #VisDare 77: Precocious #WritersWednesday
#FiveSentenceFiction: Conflict
We know how it all starts: lies, distrust, fear... We also know how it finishes, the ruins, the lost lives, the seeds of more to come: 1871, 1918, 1945, and the tall stories the alleged victors tell. What we don't know is how to stop the lies, the stupidity, the fear: for those are the … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Conflict
Of Glass & Paper 