Collide

ive got my eye on you dirty donkey

Punctured through the thin membrane
She glances back through glazed wet eyes
Pierces life suspended, breaks with fork prong
Pokes the times that crashed though cushioned
Twisted metal years collide held in gentle memory

She stares at hope, mercy new broken through
The soil of new black earth
Wet with promise
Holding pregnant pauses possibilities
Birth and death collide

Your days, our lives
Intersected crossed, our paths
Left marks that tell of living
Skid marks, post marks
Sealed the envelope of life with love
And cracked it open time and time again

Sheltered cushioned every time
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
Has saved each misstep along the way
And held we were by mercy’s arms
By Glory here and Glory there
A halleluia chorus gathered round and rocked us into safe sweet arms
Though

We collide.

Once Upon A Graceful Time {A Very Short Story}

Once upon a time a girl lived in a world which was filled with the Beautiful and the Lovely. Every day she looked all around her in wonder and amazement at the gifts of tender beauty, given in love, given from a generous heart. And she looked for a way to end her days with gratitude and thankfulness for the Giver. One night, she looked up toward heaven and saw the delicate winsome white of the full moon against its velvet black background. And it looked like the heart of God. And it looked as if she was looking into the eyes of God. She was amazed at the graceful suspension of this ball, so round, so perfect looking down in watchful love at her and on her. She knew that every night without fail, she could gaze up and somehow find this beautiful moon the way she could always find her Amazing God.So every night as she crawled under the crisp white sheets and her marshmellow puff of a down comforter, she lifted her eyes to the Heavens and thanked and prayed. And this is how she prayed. “Lord I see the moon, an ever watchful eye on your child. Thank you that my day was filled with Grace. It was a Graceful day, a day filled with Grace, because of your Love. I lift my heart and lips to you with thanks. See you tomorrow night, my God. I love you to your moon and back. Amen.”

{Today’s post is part of a writing excercise for 5-Minute Fridays. Where a “flashmob” of sorts of writers in community write for only 5 minutues, with no editing, backtracking, or over thinking. Today’s word prompt is Graceful.}
Linking with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday

{Photograph of the Blue Moon, a gift from my friend, H.M. Miller, whom I love and cherish.Isn’t she talented?}