His Future

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image – Winsome Woods

Ernie sat in the corner and pouted.  He couldn’t believe the unfairness of it all.  He had his dreams, and now they seemed dashed.  Okay, Dad was a plumber, and Mum was from a long line of electricians, but why should that matter?  After all it was his life wasn’t it?  But no, his father had put his foot down, and Ernie was going to enter an apprenticeship into a building trade.  Yet, all he ever wanted was to go to university and become a librarian.

 

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Photo Challenge #291

Simple Celebrations: An Etheree Poem

Appetite, Broiled, Calories, Catering

image: Pixabay

 

Year
Coming
To a close
Autumn rushes
Towards turkey feasts
Thanksgiving and Advent
And then merry Christmastide
Full of joy, indulgence and gifts
Our bank accounts strain from the effort
I prefer a sweet mistletoe kiss

 

This week  COLLEEN M. CHESEBRO has challenged us to write a syllabic poem using synonyms for the words “End & Hurry,” and on the theme of thanksgiving.  One of the forms she notes it the Etheree.   “An Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  The trick is to create a memorable message within the required format.”

 

Living in the UK, Thanksgiving Day is just another Thursday, but the theme of holidays and family get-togethers does fill this time of year.  Please excuse my clumsy attempt to form the poem into a Christmas tree.

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Lincoln’s Thanksgiving Proclamation: Tanka

Antietam, Maryland, Cannon, Battlefield

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

 

An Autumn wind blows
Over Antietam’s field
Abe admonishes
A nation in need of hope
To give trust and thanks above

 

In October 1863 the American Civil War (War Between the States) was in its third year.  1861 and most of ’62 had done badly for the Union.  Then a battle at Sharpsburg, Maryland gave a glimmer of short-lived hope.  But July ’63 saw victories at both Vicksburg and Gettysburg. At the prompting of Sarah Josepha Buell Hale, Lincoln called the nation to a day of thanksgiving.

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Validated: A Haibun

people meeting in room

Photo by Antenna on Unsplash

The class was debating about who should be credited with being the first missionary.  Most were of the opinion that Peter should have the distinction as he brought the gospel to the Roman, Cornelius in Acts 10.  Others held that Philip should be given the distinction because he instructed the Ethiopia eunuch in chapter 8.  One female student was quiet throughout.  When she was finally asked to give her view, she responded, “Mary.” This met with some scorn from her fellows.  When she was asked to defend her view she said, “Mary was the first to proclaim, ‘He is risen’,” a point quickly agreed with by the instructor.  She shot the teacher a shy smile of thanks.

Appreciation 
A little smile and a blush
Now validated

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(Based on an actual lesson)

Written for d’Verse Haibun Monday 11/24/19: Gratitude

Battle

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It wasn’t exactly what would first come to mind as “a battle of the bands,” but it definitely had the feel of a war to it.  Andre arrived at his usual busking spot near the fountain at about 8:45 in the morning to find an unfamiliar guy with an electric guitar and a portable amp setting up in “his spot.”

“Hey, this is my place,” Andre said kindly.  “Why don’t you go over by the Burger King and set up?”

“I was here first,” the newcomer said.

“That depends on how you look at it, ” Andre retorted.  “I have been here every day except Christmas for the past three years.”

“Well then the public deserves something different,” the guitarist said.  With that he let loose with Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird.

Andre not to be shown up, rosined his bow and began Brahms’ Hungarian Dance Number 5.

The battle was on!

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #42

 

 

Thanksgiving

It’s more than just Pilgrims and turkey, but an attitude that should underlay our lives.  Brother Rich opened our family service this week with a reading from Colossians 2 verses 6 and 7.  “So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.”  As Paul noted, our thanks should be overflowing.  Why?  Because our blessings overflow.  

In First Thessalonians 5: 16-18, Paul again exhorts, Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you!”

As we find ourselves in circumstances we should rejoice and be thankful.  Okay, sometimes bad things happen, but even these teach us, or make us stronger.  The same family service also included a baby dedication.  This clearly is a joyful thing, and thanking God for the new life, and the prospects that that life holds is a obvious thing.  It is sad, however to note, that the parents of that wonderful little girl had had several earlier pregnancies, but this is their first surviving child.  Fair to say, she is even more appreciated and brings so much joy and fulfillment.

After the service we had a congregational “thanksgiving” meal.  This too is a point that we shared together not only God’s bounty, but fellowship and, because of the mixed nature of our church, cultural enrichment.  Time with those who you hold dear, and who are called to the same purpose is something we should always give thanks for.

Thanks in adversity, however, is not easy.  I recently lost my wife to cancer.  Though I could be bitter or railed against God, it was not my first inclination.  Instead, I have been thankful that she is no longer in pain, and I am thankful that I had so many years with a woman who loved me, cared for me, and framed so much of who I am.  I can indeed “give thanks in all circumstances.”

As the American turkey day approaches, take a moment to give thanks for all you have, and all you have learned.  Give thanks for this day that the Lord has made.

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Selfish

Photo courtesy of DeAnna Gossman

Whiskers and Brooster stared with disbelief.  The animals had waited patiently in the garden for over an hour for their owner Liz to go inside.  Then in just seconds the object of their desire was gone.  Whiskers looked longingly at the glass, and Brooster shot nasty glances at Rover.

“Rov, we were supposed to share that,” Brooster finally said incredulously.

“Doesn’t is just fill itself?” the beagle responded.  “My water bowl always does.  I drink it and it’s full again.”

“Dogs!” Whiskers said in exasperation before going to see what might be nice to day in the neighbours’ garden.

 

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Sunday Photo Fiction – Nov 24 2019

Lasagna: Weird Al

Meal, Dinner, Food, Plate, Lunch, Dish

Pixabay

This week Jim Adams has called us to post about songs featuring – Bounty/Dessert/Eat/Feast/Food/Hungry/Turkey.  While lasagna may not be the most common Thanksgiving food, the song by that title by Weird Al Yankovic definitely gets the eating into the lyrics.

Lyrics:

La-la-la-lasagna
You want-a some-a lasagna magnifico
Or a-maybe spaghetti
Ay, you supper’s a-ready now, where you go
Mama mia bambino
Mama mia bambino
‘Samatta you, ‘samatta you, ‘samatta you
You should-a taste my lasagna
Ay, you no like-a lasagna
That’s okay too
How about-a calzone
Some-a nice minestrone, that’s good for you
Have-a some marinara
Have-a some marinara, I know-a you like
I know-a you like, I know-a you like
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
Would you like some-a zucchini
Or-a my homemade linguini, it’s hard to beat
Have-a more fettuccini
Ay, you getting too skinny, you gotta to eat
Ay, mange, mange
Ay, you-a pass the lasagna
A-don’t you get any on ya, you sloppy pig
Have-a more ravioli
You-a get Roly Poly, a-nice and-a big
Like you cousin Luigi
Luigi, Luigi, capisce paisan
Capisce paisan, capisce paisan
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
Hey, hey

 

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Faith!

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mustard seeds

It was a year ago that Dianne posted that her fatigue was beginning to really wear on her.  She wrote: “Fatigue is now so intense i can no longer do the one household job i had stubbornly maintained. I spend most of my time in bed now. I do get dressed every day and still play the piano every day, but that is now it. Makes my days very boring and repetitive.”  Yet through it all – she had faith, and trusted that God, and in His promise that this is not all that there is.   She trusted implicitly in that promise, and her faith grew as her body weakened.  The passage she reflected on and posted alongside the above was Romans 10:9-10:

“Declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.”

She believed in her heart, and professed with her mouth, keyboard, and pen.  Jesus is Lord.  Dianne trusted in the fact, and she was saved, not only from fatigue and pain, but from sin.  She now has peace beyond all understanding.

Let us hold to the promise as well!

Image may contain: people smiling, one or more people, glasses, close-up and indoor

 

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Silver Bells

Horses, Horse, Truck, Mare, Stallion

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John and Irene climbed aboard and the driver urged the horses into motion.  The ringing of the jingle bells and the clip-clop of the horses’ hooves gave the journey a magical quality.  They took in the lights and the bright decorations, and on a couple of occasions Irene commented on the advertisements for Christmas bargains at the shops they passed.

“Wasn’t that marvelous?” Irene asked as the climbed down at the end of the ride.

“Yeah, it was pretty amazing,” he conceded. “The only hiccup, for me is that I wish it wasn’t still August.”

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Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 23 November 2019 Our three words, using onomatopoeia are:

  • ring
  • clip-clop
  • hiccup