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Christmas Lights
Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul. Fear has her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole. The lights twinkle on the water and the snow Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw . Warmth and home seemed a million miles away. Under this bridge damp and bitter her only place to stay. Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much. She longed for a gentle word or loving touch. Watching the lights on the water dance. Like little fairies they leap and prance. Music floats across the water to her ears Laughter and an happy voices, she hears. Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found. Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared. Who would believe her who would of cared Slowly life slips away from her grasp. Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp. A soft voice takes her to a happier place She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.
Anywhere Evening News. Years Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.
This evening Martin at A Gap in the Cloud suggest I try an Acrostic Poem entitled Bah Humbug. Well what’s a girl to do?
Bah! Humbug a Christmas Acrostic Poem.
Image from Pixabay
Blast I don’t like Christmas tide All the clamour makes me want to hide. Hope and charity have lost their stride.
Hauling home the endless shopping Uncaring of the homeless, it is shocking Must get, must have it’s all hype Blaring adverts brash and trite Unkind, selfish, too much spent on Christmas fare. God’s gift forgotten, most don’t give a care.
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This week’s prompt ~ for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Clouded. Written Earlier this year.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a landscape of green moorland and hills, with a pool of water near rocks in the foreground and a heavy bank of white cloud rolling in and masking the horizon.
The hills rolled on forever, dark foreboding. Clouds rolling in from the west carring rain or worse snow, she could smell it. The whole of the land was shrouded in fear. It had been days since she had seen another living being of her kind and she could not dismiss the feeling that she alone.
There was no way out she had tried. The hills became too steep, the river too fast and the boarder along the eastside too heavily guarded by humans. There was no escape while she was in this wounded condition. Eventually she would run out of places to hide and they would find her.
Slowly she turned and padded back to the cave, she would have her pups in a few weeks and by the time they were grown and strong enough she would be able to lead them out of this place . Her strength would have returned and her wounds healed.
For now this was her prison and her sanctuary , she was safe for now how ever clouded her future .
Welcome to The ThreeThingsChallenge. For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related. The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly. You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish.
Your three things today are:
MONEY PRESSURE TICKET So with apologies to the Valentine brothers, Queen and David Bowie and the Beatles.
Money’s too tight to mention People on the streets,under pressure. I got a ticket to ride and I don’t care.
Through the years she walked finding solace where she could, changing with the world, yet knowing more than it would ever know. Sofia spent years wondering alone with only animals and the stars to keep her company. She saw man as a race come into being and grow, she swam through the weeks of the great flood and watched the dove carry the the olive branch to the ark.
Sofia was lonely she never met one of her own, she saw Moss receive the ten commandments and wondered to herself if man could adhere to them.
Then one day she could smell one of her own she ran she missed her wings but she could cover continents in hours . Sofia revelled in the scent she knew it she loved it.
It was Gabriel and he was in the town of Nazareth visiting a young virgin to implant the seed of the one.
The warmth, the love she felt was amazing. Sofia waited in the alley below the young virgin’s window listening. Then when Gabriel left the young girl wondering what had happened to her, Sofia approached him. Silently she leant out and touched him and when he turned to face her she was shocked by the look in his eyes. It was strange there was grief, pity and fear “Gabriel” she said in not much more than a whisper “Brother , brother touch me please” Gabriel spoke with no emotion “I cannot touch you you have fallen from grace you may not look upon my face.” Weeping now she reached out and touched his arm. To her horror and dismay he withdrew his arm like lightening and produced his flaming sword.
Shrinking back she could not believe her eyes the pain she was experiencing was raw and new to her, it was tearing at her insides like a cancer. Glancing once more at Gabriel she turned and slipped away feeling dirty inside and out!
Gabriel watched her leave , beaten broken head bowed. He shook his beautiful head then as he turned to go he heard Sofia ask “What about forgiveness” hesitating he turned back once more to see her slinking off into the shadows….. something hurt his eyes it was a burning he moved his hand to rub his eyes to find that they were leaking water??
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Sofia was hurt deeply she found her grief all consuming,she hid in the shadows for days but she decided she was going to watch this young virgin in whom the One has entrusted such an important seed.
Gently she shadowed the young girl helped her take the sticks and stones and words that came her way, she even intervened with the man who was to be her husband. Sofia whispered in his ear that she was a good girl and that she had indeed been visited by a messenger of the the One, hard to believe as that was, it was true!
She followed them to Bethlehem and ensured that they had somewhere to stay. Sofia had to smile at how easily she was now finding getting inside the human mind and suggesting her will to them. The air was full of angels at every turn she could smell and feel her beloved kindred, sadly though they all ignored or even worse denied her. Stubborn though she stayed with the young couple doing her best to help them.
Finally when the child was born Sofia sat outside the stable weeping the angels had refused her entry she could not defy them she had not the strength. The warmth she was being denied was too much pain, more than she could bear, as she rose to leave the young woman asked why Sofia could not see the child she thought he was to save all. There was no answer and so the woman rose and slowly walked out into the shadows towards Sofia.
The warmth and the love Sofia had not dared to think of was walking towards her. The hope she received from the child was more that she had ever imagined . She looked into the eyes of the young mother and said” thank you”.
It was dark not the dark we know but deep pitch eye searingly black. It smelt too, it flew up her nostrils and made her eyes water and burned her throat.
All around there were flames and the sound was indescribable. Wailing from every direction, deafening wailing full of pain, grief, loss and hopelessness………… Sofia cringed in a ditch covered in mud, her wings in tatters blood running down her hair and across her face. Fear, she felt fear she did not know what it was yet though. Her stomach ached, again she put her hand between her legs and found blood, “what is this she asked” inside her head. “It is a curse” the voice said,” it is the cycle that women bear. Every month they make an egg if it is not fertilized they loose it.” Sofia’s heart leapt ..”then I can have a child” the voice laughed it was almost cruel “No you may not bear a child you forgo that right” A strange feeling came her.
Pain was what she felt it ripped at her guts and her womb , it throbbed at her bleeding fingertips and toes, her head hurt, her brain was spinning . Something else now a burning in her eyes and wetness on her cheeks, she had seen this before it was another human thing, tears. Tears OH! but there was pain in those and they fell freely burning her face.
Blinded by tears she ripped at her wings, she screamed in agony as she tore them from her back flesh, sinew rent reluctant to leave her back they caused much damage in their passing . Wet with blood and tears, in shock and agony she screamed at the black emptiness around her “What now?” Thunder above her head and lightening hitting the ground just at her side. Fear shook her whole body at once she felt water and mess running down her legs…….. She new what this was and she was appalled and a new feeling to her, embarrassment
Later, dirty, wet and shivering she huddled in the ditch cradling her blooded wings she tried to understand what was happening. The pain of her body was over shadowed by the pain in her soul, “What now?” she screamed again. This time the voice did answer. “You shall walk in the realm of mankind, you shall suffer and strive as mankind does, you shall feel all they feel but more . You shall not look on the One’s face until you have atoned for you sin. You have fallen from grace .” Then the voice was gone, for the first time she was alone no voice, no face just silence.
How long she stayed there is did not know it could of been hours it could of been aeons. Shivering and bleeding she stayed still until the agonised screams and smell of burning finally was stopped. When she emerged from her hiding place there was no evidence of the battle that had raged day and night. Where were her kindred , was she alone .
Sofia folded and buried her wings, she dug the hole with her bare hands. She walked until she found a stream she washed her hair and her body, how she wished she could wash her soul and her aching mind. This done she walked not knowing what was to happen to her, would she meet more of her kind or would she just have to toil for ever in the realm of men…
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.
Sofia stood on the shore and looked longingly at the silver pathway that the moon was casting on the water. A distant memory touched her mind of when she would of been able to walk that path.
From where she stood she could see the storm gathering momentum , she thought of Peter and his friends who were out there on the water. She had wondered why the son had sent them on ahead with a storm coming in.
Sofia smiled to herself, testing, testing why did he always test.. As she watched the moon glisten off of the sea she knew the answer. There he was walking on the water towards the fishing boat arms outstretched, probably that smile on his face.
As ever all she could do was watch, she saw Peter leave the boat and walk towards the son, doing well at first. Then the fear of drowning in the storm over powered him and he began to sink. Failed, thought Sofia sadly. Then she saw the son reach out and steady Peter and lift him back into the boat. Then the son entered the boat and miraculously the storm ceased.
Sofia felt a pang of jealousy why could he forgive this sinner for losing faith, he hardly knew him. Yet he had known her eons and she was cast out.
As the boat came in to shore, she watched them all joyously celebrating the cessation of the storm and their safe return. As they passed her he looked into her eyes. Sofia felt the pain, the deep pain that consumed her.
The men walked on and she fell to ground and wept, her back hurting where her wings had been.
She felt Gabriel and Michael walk past her, not even s glance in her direction, and out to sea. She watched long after the glisten had faded into dawn. Alone again Sofia trudged on.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.
It had always confounded him, the causeway stretched out before him standing proud leading out to sea and yet going nowhere. Just like him going nowhere.
She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.
Immie from herFrou Frou days
I did not sleep well and so I was up before 6am, Ruby was in no mood to get up so I spent some quiet time on my own. I have to admit that I was very unsettled and at the same time touched by a phone call I had had with our eldest son the night before. He lives an hour or so away from us. Also working from home he must be lonely. He was literally begging us to stay home and be safe…don’t go out! don’t shop ! Keep safe!No amount of reassurance seemed to calm him. He can’t shop for us as he and our middle son are at risk with health problems, and as I said he lives quite a way away from us. All I could do was tell him we are being very careful, we exercise the dog in almost deserted woods, plenty of space to give anyone you might meet a wide birth. We shop once a fortnight and apart from that we stay home.
Our youngest son lives about 45 minutes away, he has a wife and two beautiful boys to look after we have told him to stay at home, as it is he is working from home and has been for over two weeks. He is already helping his neighbours. The good thing is we can all keep in touch by phone, WhatsApp, Skype and Zoom. It’s always fun to chat to them. Our middle lad too is bored and lonely, he has not even got the luxury of working from home as his job involves working with the public.
I guess what I am saying is we all have our crosses/ burdens to bear in this time, whether we are a young family in a flat with no space or garden , on our own or in couples, well or unwell, ill or fit this is a hard time. Some have it worse some have it better but we are all bound by one thing we all want to survive. And we will, we will all help eachother and be kind and patient.
So we walked Ruby and and above is a video of the stream from my Wordless Wednesday post. What a difference a week makes.
Chit chat.
I had a video call with a friend, we had a coffee and a chat without leaving our own houses, that’s how it has to be. I got the washing done an dried.
After dinner hubby did the shopping and he also did our middle sons shopping to. We shall take that over to him tomorrow. We will put it on his front door step, get back in the car, wave to him and the drive off.
It was Thursday evening and our whole street went out to clap and cheer for NHS and all Keyworkers.
Again I was too moved and busy clapping to video I shall try again next Thursday 💜 for now here is Canary Wharf in London doing it’s bit!
London United.
How ever lonely, afraid or stressed we are feeling whether we are at home alone or with family, trapped in a far away country trying to get home,on a cruise ship, rich, poor, privileged or not we are all in this together, our scientists, doctors, nurses, carers, teachers all Keyworkers are all pulling together. God bless them and God bless us.
We must spare a thought for our homeless. The UK has homeless, young and old sleeping on the streets of our towns and cities, while every effort to get them off the streets and into accommodation some always seem to slip through the cracks. This is a world wide problem and the poorer countries with highly populated cites and town are now having to cope. South Africa, Africa,South America, India in fact it’s just a nightmare. Just think if you are poor or homeless in any of the countries above how can you self isolate, socially distance, get medical treatment, shop or do anything to protect yourselves unless you are rich. Covid19 will rip through crowded slums and townships, refugee camps.
We have homes and food and medical treatment. Even in America where everyone has to pay for treatment who will treat the poor who don’t have money or health insurance?
I had better stop, sorry this has been a very sombre post. Sadly this is a sombre time. I am sending out good vibes to everyone, love and good health. Stay well stay safe.
She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Seven since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.
So today is Mother’s Day here in the UK . So I wish anyone celebrating Mother’s Day today a lovely day. If you are not celebrating Mother’s Day I wish you a happy Mother’s Day too.
I received a beautiful bouquet that arrived almost asleep yesterday. Today it’s looks so amazing.
Yes I do have three sons but number one son apologized profusely for not sending a card and anyway he rings or whatapps daily.
We were up early as usual, breakfast and then we took Ruby for a lovely walk. We went back to where we went yesterday and it was deserted again.
Home from the walk and time to check up on everyone, our younger nextdoor neighbours, two of my sisters, two or three friends on line. Then the boys all got intouch to wish me a happy day. Our youngest sent us a photo of the eldest grandson preparing the soil for growing potatoes.
Our other grandson was inside, playing paw patrol.
We had some lunch and then Hubby had to fix our satalite dish . That took about an hour, all good fresh air out in the garden. Then I took Ruby for a walk. I was amazed to find there were so many people out, old, young, middle aged, children, babies! Our prime minister had asked us all to stay in and keep a 2metre distance between us and anyone else? Well I had a real job keeping my distance , infact at one point there were groups of people from four directions. Ruby and I danced around avoiding them all. I have to admit though I was very concerned and I felt very unsafe. It is really getting to me, I was actually frightened, why were they all out when we have been asked to stay home.
Then our middle son popped round with a card for me, which caused consternation, hubby was not please and our lad did not come in, it’s awful when you are made nervous by your own son standing in your garden.
I know I promised I would not go on about it but it does worry me.
I feel so sorry for the homeless,they have nothing, no protection, no where to go they need help too. There is talk of some hotels opening up to the homeless I hope it is true.
The video below is a week old and not from my area, it’s from the north of England.
Another quiet evening, the evenings are longer than the days. Right let’s have a happy and positive song💜
