we can’t go back again said Adam to Eve
There’s Cain, there’s Abel
We’ll start all over again Make it good this time
Abel’s dead by Cain’s hand
Paradise lies unattained Eve said, my garden’s now a grave
Something greater lies ahead
Pride and death no more a stain On this broken earth
With their dying eyes they saw
A bridge to life regained The Son lifted up, reconciling God and man
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Andrea watched as the trailer rig pulled into their lot. This was a new beginning, for them and their children.
She turned to look for George who was standing by a small creek looking lost.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re wondering why we lived like kings for so long when we could have been happy as paupers like now.”
“I never meant you to have to start over like this.” His voice broke. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey! We’re bankrupt, not dead. And all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you.”
genre: fiction; word count: 100;
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Oceans away from me in India, doctors mark the dead, the funeral pyres burn ceaselessly. Just yesterday I heard India has become the first country to exceed 400,000 coronavirus infections in a 24-hour period. More than 3,500 deaths were also recorded during the same period.
Wayward my fluttering thoughts fly across the seas
Distracted with worry for friends and family;
Yet borne on anxious wings my prayers fly straight to Thee,
O God, pleading Thy compassionate mercy.
“I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth” (Psalm 121: 1-2).
Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD!
O Lord, hear my voice! Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleas for mercy!
Psalm 130: 1-2 For
Cee's FOTD challenge; Eugi's Weekly Prompt ("flutter") for April 29, 2021; Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt, "Wayward," word count exactly 77 words.
April days are numbered to thirty May arrives like a flight of doves ethereal The iris struggles to hold on to green My heart beats in purple petals Breathless to catch the dew
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Psalm 90: 12
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