http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/04/photo-challenge-morning/
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I’m especially excited to be taking part in Julia’s challenge this week because I also invited students of my current creative writing class to participate as well. Many of my students are just too busy to write more than what’s required for the class right now, but two of them, Erin Campbell and Lyra McCarty each submitted a 100-word poem for the challenge. I’m very proud to call them my students, and I think you will enjoy their poems.
The fact that they chose poetry for their response to the challenge is especially interesting to me because I had written a poem this time around as well and was awaiting the student submissions so that I could share all of our work in this post.
For those of you who are not familiar with the challenge, you can find all the details on Julia’s own site at this link:
http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week107/
The prompt this week: “… as the world turned …”
Now for the poetry:
OPREA
by Erin Campbell
A rock is my island.
The rock is my throne,
where I sat and watched
as the world turned to dust.
A thousand years of progress
swirls around me like
a cloak around my shoulders.
It caresses my cheek and settles in
my eyes and hair like a crown
as the wind bellows at its loss.
Tides rise and wash the ages onto
sallow shores, leaving broken shell
memories behind in their wake.
I am the only one to keep them close.
The island grows as I grow.
Loved and feared by nothing.
A ruler of ashes, I command ghosts.
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© 2013 Erin Campbell
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AS THE WORLD TURNS
by Lyra McCarty
As the world turns I seek you.
I listen — and you are here?
Not a caress passes between us.
But I know that you are near.
Always a crowd surrounds us
In a whirlpool of noisy things.
Some are always pushing
They think I have no King.
I live in the twilight hours
Lost between night and day.
I know you Dear Lord Jesus
And understand your way.
As the world turns I seek you.
I listen — and you are here?
Not a caress passes between us.
But I know you hold me dear.
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© 2013 Lyra McCarty
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AS THE WORLD TURNED
by Sandra Conner
As the world turned and turned and turned,
So his heart yearned, and churned, and burned.
Day unto day and night unto night
He pondered on ways to satisfy spite.
If he could not have her – his love, his life,
He’d see to it no one else made her his wife.
He thought out his strategy, planned every move,
And finally knew how to deal with his love.
So swiftly he made his way into her room
And there, as she slept, introduced her to doom.
Then, satisfied that a lesson she’d learned,
He joined her in silent death as the world turned.
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© 2013 Sandra Conner
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In the midst of the enormous political upheaval of the past months and the growing evidence that we are face to face with a governmental machine that can no longer be trusted to keep freedom secure, I have been giving myself to re-reading and absorbing the great guiding thoughts and principles of some of the most memorable leaders with which the United States has been blessed.
Some of these individuals may have been proponents of political views that I don’t share completely, but they seem to have been in agreement on one particular view that our nation’s citizens need to make the focus of their attention: the concept that in God alone rests the historic success — and the successful future — of the United States of America. I share a few of these statements here in the hope that we can continue to learn from these leaders whose experiences taught them the priceless value of governing according to the precepts of God.
Abraham Lincoln: “Being a humble instrument in the hands of our heavenly Father, I desire that all my words and acts may be according to His will; and that it may be so, I give thanks to the Almighty and seek His aid.”
Benjamin Franklin: “He who shall introduce into public affairs the principles of Christ will change the face of the world.”
Thomas Jefferson: “I always have said, and always will say, that the studious perusal of the Sacred Volume will make better citizens, better fathers, and better husbands.”
Ulysses S. Grant: “Hold fast to the Bible as the sheet anchor of your liberties; write its precepts on your hearts and practice them in your lives. To the influence of this Book we are indebted for the progress made, and to this we must look as our guide in the future.”
Patrick Henry: “I have now disposed of all my property to my family. There is one thing more I wish I could give them and that is faith in Jesus Christ. If they had that and I had not given them one shilling, they would have been rich; and if they had not that, and I had given them all the world, they would be poor indeed.”
Abraham Lincoln: “I am nothing, but truth is everything. I know I am right, because I know that liberty is right, for Christ teaches it, and Christ is God.”
Thomas Jefferson: “I hold the precepts of Jesus as delivered by Himself, to be the most pure, benevolent, and sublime which have ever been preached to man. I adhere to the principles of the first age.”
Dag Hammarskjold: “God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal diety, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a Wonder, the Source of which is beyond all reason.”
Albert Schweitzer: “All work that is worth anything is done in faith.”
William Penn: “Men will either be governed by God or ruled by tyrants.”
Abraham Lincoln: “My great concern is not whether God is on our side; my great concern is to be on God’s side.”
Woodrow Wilson: “The sum of the whole matter is this: If our civilization is to survive materially, it must be redeemed spiritually.”
Dwight D. Eisenhower: “Without some moral and spiritual awakening, we will awaken some morning to find ourselves disappearing in the dust of an atomic explosion.”
Lyndon B. Johnson: “If we who serve free men today are to differ from the tyrants of this age, we must balance the powers in our hands with God in our hearts.”
Calvin Coolidge: “In this little Book [the Bible] will be found the solution to all the problems of the world.”
Abraham Lincoln: “We have been recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in number, wealth, and power as no other nation has ever grown. But we have forgotten God! Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God who made us.”
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Pilgrims reached the blessed shore,
But bitter winters were in store.
Death and anguish played their part.
Still, ’twas with a thankful heart
That they gathered to expound
Upon the God whose gifts abound.
We, who in their footsteps trod,
Though they lie beneath the sod,
Now do take the lesson learned
From their lives, and, in our turn,
We prepare to thank and praise;
To that same God our anthems raise.
And just as they faced troubled days,
Through hardships grievous made their ways,
So, now, such grievous times we face,
That ne’er before have taken place.
Yet from their lesson we take heart
And lift our songs with grateful hearts.
We will not bow to troubled thoughts,
Nor in the throes of fear be caught,
We have too rich a heritage.
So with forefathers we engage
To praise and sing and laugh and play
And celebrate Thanksgiving Day.
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Join the fun at Cee’s photography site:
http://www.ceephotography.com/2013/09/24/cees-fun-foto-challenge-the-color-brown-and-sepia-tones/
I’m running late with my own story from last week’s “Tell Me A Story” challenge. I had started it about mid-week, but got so busy I couldn’t get it finished until today. But I’m posting it anyway. Here’s the intriguing photo prompt, courtesy of Robert Mielke — over at Northwest Photographer:
Through Geoffrey’s Window
“Oh, look!” Sally called out to her brother as she ran toward the odd wooden door that had a window with a giraffe painted on it. Jackie followed more slowly.
“That’s sure a funny-lookin’ door. It isn’t hooked to any walls.” His eyes searched the area on either side of the door. “And, look … there’s nothing behind it either!”
“But it has a pretty window,” Sally answered.
By that time, they both stood before the door, staring up at the picture of a giraffe in the window. Suddenly the giraffe spoke: “Hello, there.”
The children sucked in their breath at the same time and looked at each other with eyes made huge by the shock.
“Did you hear that?” Jackie asked.
Sally nodded and turned back toward the window. “Did you say something, Mr. Giraffe?”
“Yes, I did. I said Hello.”
“Oooh, Helloooo!” Sally said. “We didn’t know you were real.”
“Well, I’m not real to everybody, of course.”
“You’re not?”
“No, no. In fact, most people just pass right on by and never even stop to look at me, so I remain just a picture to them”
“Then why are you real for us?” Jackie asked, skepticism in his young voice.
“Because you believe in make believe,” the giraffe replied.
“May we come in?” Sally asked.
“Don’t be silly, Sally,” Jackie said, taking hold of her arm. “There’s nothing behind the door.”
“I’m back here,” said the giraffe.
Sally reached up and turned the knob slowly.
~ years later ~
Suddenly jolted out of her reverie by the phone on her desk, Sally jumped. She had been reminiscing again. She smiled. She did love to remember how it had all started some twenty years ago. She picked up the receiver. “Hello.”
“Hey, sis, how’s it going?”
“Great. Just finished the 10th book in the series.”
Jackie laughed on the other end of the line. “I just can’t get over it, Sis. Who would have thought your turning that doorknob to step into Geoffrey Giraffe’s world would have landed you nine best-selling children’s books.”
“Well, Geoffrey was so grateful, you know. He had lived in there for so many years with no one believing, and was so lonely for friends.”
“He certainly found a faithful one in you. And your Through Geoffrey’s Window series has made him famous.”
“Yes. And now thousands of children believe. It’s about time I went back for another visit. I’ll read him this new story, and I know he’ll love it.”
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To join in the fun, you can follow this link to the original challenge post:
https://sandraconner.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/tell-me-a-story-writing-challenge/
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It’s time for the second week of the new writing challenge: “Tell Me A Story.”
Rules are simple:
1. Tell a story inspired by this photo.
2. Tell it in 50-500 words.
3. Make sure it’s fitting for this “G” rated blog.
4. Be sure to post the link to your story in my “Comments” section below.
5. This week’s challenge will run through Friday, September 27.
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Join the fun at the home site for the challenge:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/20/lines-patterns/
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Each year, during the month of September – although very few actually celebrate the fact anymore – citizens of this nation are at least reminded that they are living in a land of freedom that owes its security and continuation of government to one incomparable document: the “Constitution of the United States of America.” While it is true that without another incomparable document, the “Declaration of Independence,” there would be no need for the “Constitution,” it is even more true that without the “U. S. Constitution,” all of the ideals inherent in the “Declaration” and realized by the Revolutionary War would have died within one generation.
I often find myself wondering, when I think about both of those documents – and especially each time I peruse them – if all of those courageously radical men who created and signed the same were simply ordinary men who just wanted to be free themselves and to insure that their own wives, children, grandchildren, and property would be free from the control of some tyrannical monarch who lived across the ocean. Was that their mindset, or DID THEY KNOW?
Did they, somehow, by God’s grace, realize that they were forging, not only a new nation, but an entirely new paradigm? Did they have any concept that they were literally creating, not just documents for their own protection, but the very foundation of a radically unique government – a government of the people, by the people, and for the people to a degree that no one on the planet had previously experienced? Did they have any inkling, when they ratified that constitution, that they were literally birthing onto the earth a form of government that would not only live, but would continually regenerate itself, growing stronger from generation to generation, until it became, not only the under-girding of the lives of the millions who would call themselves Americans, but also the beacon of hope for the rest of the world: the hope that men and women of consecration could truly govern themselves successfully throughout all their succeeding generations?
We are privileged to have words penned by a very few of those men that would indicate that they knew these measures would reach far beyond their lifetimes. But I believe that the vast majority of the rest of them knew as well. And I believe that for many, it was that knowing that made them feel the pressing need to take such a radical and heroic stand. I believe those men firmly believed that the sons and daughters of scores of succeeding generations would receive the conception of that seed of freedom, that they would comprehend its price, and that they would also comprehend the exceedingly heavy weight of responsibility that accompanies it. And as I meditate on those men, and their faithful wives and families who stood with them, I am filled with such gratitude that every time, without fail, it spills forth in tears and prayers of thanksgiving.
Oh, I know there are those in our own nation who say our Constitution does not work – that it is not, in reality, a plausible foundation for government of a nation. They believe our constitution should be replaced with “more enlightened” socialistic and communistic regimes. They sit at computer terminals writing long, “politically correct” treatises from which they hope to amass financial gain; they stand in front of cameras at liberal campaign rallies; and perhaps most frightening of all, they stand behind podiums in our institutions of higher learning, posing as “thinking” men and women. Fools, all of them! Because it is that very constitution upon which they cast aspersions that gives them the privilege, nay, the legal right, to make those statements. If that constitution were not indeed a practical, workable, and successful foundation for government, they would have no such rights.
It is the very words of that blessed document that provided the vehicle through which the ideals of liberty and justice for all could be conveyed to the mind, and then on into the actions of the human race. It is those very words, once written and embraced, that gave birth to those concepts in a tangible, workable, and self-preserving formula which can be understood and followed from generation to generation to generation. Indeed, it is the very document that they malign – “The Constitution of the United States” – that protects and preserves each one of those fools in their irresponsible, subversive, and often even malicious endeavors to destroy the credibility of that sacred document, or to bury it alive if possible.
For without the words of the “U. S. Constitution,” and the multitude of laws that issue from it, each and every one of those radical fools would be rotting away in a prison cell for speaking out against the government of the nation in which they live and enjoy prosperity. Were they in any nation without that document – or one extraordinarily similar – they would fear to speak out as they do in this nation. And if this constitution and those who live by it had not repeatedly confronted and defeated the multiple forces of totalitarianism — if monsters like Hitler and Saddam Hussein had not felt the death-dealing blows of the sword of the “Constitution of the United States” — all those poor, politically correct “thinking” men and women would be living out their lives in the same misery as all the other citizens of those so-called “enlightened” governments —- all those miserable millions of people who are crowding our shores and pressing to get into the safe borders of the nation that has established the treatment of its people on nothing less that the foundation of its “Constitution.”
So let them continue to pose: these intellectual beggars. Let them continue in their childish efforts to defame and tear down our “Constitution” and its prescription for government of the people, by the people, and for the people. Because, to borrow the apt description provided by St. Paul the Apostle, their words are nothing more than “sounding brass or tinkling cymbal.” And those words will continue to fall to the ground to be trampled underfoot by the simple, ordinary, every-day citizens of this nation who are still being governed successfully and securely by the powerful, creative, God-ordained words of the “Constitution of the United States of America.”
My tears of gratitude are spilling over, and I hope, Dear Reader, that yours are too.
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© Sandra Conner 2011
Okay, my dear readers, it’s time for a new challenge to your imagination and creativity! “Tell Me A Story” is my new writing challenge for all of you talented people, and it has only 3 rules:
I’ll post a new challenge next Saturday, so try to get your story in by next Friday. And DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE the LINK TO YOUR STORY in my “Comments” section.
Have fun.