Captured

Loving you is child’s play,
Your world I fall into smoothly,
A crossing, of lines unstoppable
You are the soft place I come
To let my inhibitions melt away.
No subterfuge, no masks, no facade,
Stripped bare, naked, open,
I stand before you, my truth extended,
Given, reining in fear, attempting
To be a pure delight, plain spoken.
Hoping you are willing, able to
Present yourself likewise, dressed
In all conditions the same
As in my arms, you find yourself
Comfortably at home with me.

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As a prompt, think of a feeling that is so easy to slip into that you never question how you arrive and create something to express it.

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Broken

Wookie and I were playing. I threw her toy, and it hit the rice bowl I made in maybe kindergarten, maybe first or second grade. I knew it was terrible; then I heard the china hit the ceramic. The delicate china at that velocity under gravity’s influence stood no chance. It shattered, as you can see.

Sometimes we are like delicate china, safe enough until a tempest of trials and troubles hits us out of the blue. Maybe it is the winds of change in our finances or our health—the loss of something or someone we hold dear. We break, and we feel we are permanently damaged, but we are fortunately more resilient than china.

Somehow with God’s help and the passage of time, we recuperate and usually become more durable than before. We learn from the problems. We have so many reserves of strength and such power to overcome adversity.

I am not sure what to do with my broken keepsake, but God knows by sending us through the fire that he refines us and fuses our brokenness into greater faith and reliance on Him.

I did not have a post for tonight. I had been away from home today, spending time with one of my most favorite people—nothing like broken memories to set me straight.

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As a prompt, create something influenced by brokenness or healing. You may conduct your work in any media that suits you.

May Christ guard and keep you and yours now and always.

Happy Mutt Day!

I worked hard nearly all day. Wookie, the mutt, stayed home in the air conditioning. She is exhausted—what a snooze.

Loot

I have been remiss. My dear friend, Sara, sent me these, along with a note that encouraged me to return to Facebook.

I have some of the dearest friends. We hold each other, long distance so we can stand in the fiercest winds.

Thank you, Sara. Love to you.

Wookie

Sometimes this Wookie is a hard dog to handle, but there is this fact, you see: the Wookie is a beast wholly dedicated to me. If I cry, as sometimes I do, the Wookie will kiss my tears away and cuddle with me. Now, that is a bit a challenge because Wookie is not small, no-sir-ee. Wookie is a beauty, at least to me. She stole my heart, to my pain, but I am glad she is my adoptee. A majestic canine is my Wookie. Love lives with Me and Wookie.