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here's my spin on today's photo prompt:
5. 7. 5.
transitory light
this tempest breaks, blossoms heat
bleak midnight scatters
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Forgotten Dream
ReplyDeleteGeorge had taken the twins to Blockbuster and would be back soon with a movie the whole family could enjoy. Normally a difficult task, but he was very good with that sort of thing. Friday was always movie night but I wanted dinner to be special so I went into the closet and found three candles that were collecting dust and put them on the dinning room table and lit them. I had made sure the rest of the lights in the house were out and so I turned, briefly, to shut off the switch to douse them in this room. When I looked back at the candles I dropped the lighter and screamed. My hand went to my chest as my heart threatened to pound out of my body. A warm flush crept up my neck into my head and my hair stood on end. Raymond’s head was just above the tall center candle and the dim light cast eerie shadows on his face. There was a flash in my mind and I was taken back to a dream I had many years ago. I was drifting in a vast area of darkness when suddenly there were three points of light in the distance. I floated closer and closer to them and eventually realized that they were candles, two short ones on either side of a taller one. From out of the darkness behind them a face appeared and stopped over the central candle. The young man was about sixteen years old and his dark hair and high cheek bones made him look familiar but his eyes flicked open and I awoke with severe labor pains. Raymond was born four hours later. I had forgotten about that dream until now as I saw it again with every detail exactly the same right before my eyes. Raymond chuckled and as he got to his feet said, “Scared you Mom.” He laughed one more time and walked back to his room leaving me to try and figure out what just happened.
5.7.5
ReplyDeletethe burn is beside
passion released by the need
with light we see we
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ReplyDeleteO blessed light
ReplyDeletelight of light on the edge of darkness
the world encroaches in on you
love of loves in pain and sorrow
life becomes meaningless to you
lord of lords the central flame
we need you, now more than ever
I had always been told that prayer would save you from everything. I had always tried this 'saving practice' but it never seemed to work. No matter how much i prayed or how long i prayed life stayed the same. Or gotten worse.
ReplyDeleteOne day, however i remember my mother had taken me to a huge cathedral. I remember walking in to the domed building and seeing the paintings of saints and angels on the sealing and walls. There were many small chapels of the sides of the church itself. Some large and bright, some small and dark. One in particular struck me. I was very small, with only enough room for one person to kneel, and it was very dark. there were no elaborate icons or statues. just three candles on a small table. A woman had just left it witI had always been told that prayer would save you from everything. I had always tried this 'saving practice' but it never seemed to work. No matter how much i prayed or how long i prayed life stayed the same. Or gotten worse.
One day, however i remember my mother had taken me to a huge cathedral. I remember walking in to the domed building and seeing the paintings of saints and angels on the sealing and walls. There were many small chapels of the sides of the church itself. Some large and bright, some small and dark. One in particular struck me. I was very small, with only enough room for one person to kneel, and it was very dark. there were no elaborate icons or statues. just three candles on a small table. A woman had just left it with a look of relaxation on her face.
That look moved me, and i looked from that joyous face to that of my mothers. She too was looking at the chapel, but her face was not peaceful. and defiantly not joyous. Instead there were bags under her bloodshot eyes, and a tremble in her lips. She had had a fight with dad last night i could tell.
'mom, can I?' she looked down at me and smiled.
'yes dear as long as you like. And so i walked into the dark corner by myself.
it really was dark in there, but it only made the three candles in the middle brighter. i knelt down and stared at those lights. And i prayed like i had never prayed before. I prayed for my mom and dad, that they would stay together and get jobs soon. I prayed for my brother James, that he might stop his drinking.
I cried there. i got it all out, all the emotions that i had hidden so long. It felt good. Wonderful. Soon the tears had dried and i stood up and gave a prayer of thanks. I thanks that came from the depths of my heart. then i walked out and held, my mothers hand, whispered encouraging words to her, and together we left.
I never knew weather my prayer was answered, but from then on prayer meant something much different. Perhaps it was prayer that saved me after all.
ceremonial
ReplyDeletecandles glow with light and warmth
days grow colder now