Orbit

Couple, Happy, Man, Love, Romance, Hug, Look, Woman
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You draw me in

I cannot shake

The appeal to my soul

Which you do make

My constant desire

Is near you to be

In your orbit I find tranquillity

You have captured me

From the very start

Drawing me ever towards you

So now you possess all my heart


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Weekend Writing Prompt #201 – Orbit in 50 words

Bragging Rights

Girls, Women, Girlfriend, Beautiful
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Carol and Jean met every month for a coffee morning. They had been friends since high school, but their day to day lives had largely grown apart. Nonetheless, they did still enjoy their times to reminisce and catch up.

One January Carol remarked, “My Howard was ‘Associate of Year’ for the third year in a row. You won’t believe the bonus we got.”

“Jamie keeps us comfortable, and we always have enough to eat,” Jean replied with a smile.

In March, the conversation turned to summer plans. “We have two weeks in Hawaii this year. Hot and cold running everything,” Carol boasted.

“I think we will be visiting the Jamies’ mum at the coast. Debbie and Rory really love seeing their Nan, and exploring the beach,” Jean explained.

April found Carol talking about their new Jaguar and its heated leather seat. “And Howard negotiated such an amazing deal as well. He is so clever.”

“Our ‘Bessie,” as Jean called their Ford, “has character, I would hate to think of trading her in before her time. She’s part of the family.”

In May, Carol noted that, “A big push is on, and Howard is putting in some long hours, but who knows a Partnership might just be in sight.”

“Jamie’s home straight from work in the evenings, and plays with the kids before dinner,” Jean said with a reflective smile.

The July meeting found Carol explaining how Howard had been away on a couple of extended business trips, but that he brought back the most exquisite gifts. “In fact, this past weekend, he took me on a five star break in London, and a shopping spree in Knightsbridge.”

“That sounds lovely,” Jean commented. “Jamie never goes away for work and that’s just find with me. I can’t even imagine sleeping a night alone.”

In September, Carol showed off her holiday photos, and the new pearls Howard had got her.

“Jamie’s never gotten me pearls, but I know he loves me from the little things he does,” Jean said.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Carol replied with a hint of condescension.

In October, the coffee meet started much as normal. The Carol abruptly screamed and broke into tears. “I can’t believe he’s leaving me for that tart receptionist of his. I always knew she was trouble.”

“I am so so sorry Carol,” Jean said as compassionately as she could. “I can’t even imagine what that feels like.” Jeanie really couldn’t imagine it, nor would she ever have to.


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FOWC with Fandango — Abrupt

Simple Words

Religious, Hand, Bokeh, Kid, Praying, Child
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When I was small, I mean really small, there were two copper plagues in my bedroom. They had pressed into the metal the image of a little child praying. The one, with the child on their knees at their bedside, had the bedtime prayer on it:

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

And if I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my souls to take.

The other, as I remember it, had the child facing in the opposite direction with their hands folded at a table.  It bore the words of a mealtime prayer:

God is great, God is good.

Now we thank Him for our food.

These simple child-like prayers say so much.  They express everything that needs to be said, and with an innocence that is so powerful.  I have since then studied theology to the highest levels.  I have been in full time ministry, and now teach theology.  I have a highly developed theological vocabulary, and can argue apologetics until the cows come home.  But it is the simplicity of these, my earliest prayers that still speak to my heart.

Jesus challenged us to be like little children.  And it is that raw, pure faith of a child that we should all strive to be returning to.  Does that mean we shouldn’t be “mature” in our faith?  Of course not.  But, what it does require, is for us to explore exactly what that maturity looks like.  Maybe we might just find it on little copper plagues.


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Cold Reminder

Bed Linen, Awake, Crumpled, Sheets, Bedsheets
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I reach out in the night

To run my fingers through your hair

To receive the cold reminder

That you are no longer there

I know you could not help the fact

That you had to go away

But I wish we were together

And always together stay.


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Autumn Blue

Autumn, Sky, Blue Sky, Landscape
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Blue skies and sunshine on an October day

Autumn clouds, if but briefly held at bay

While Indian summer it might not be

It is lovely to be from dull rain to be free

Such moments peaceful – rare

Are even sweeter – when with another you with them share

Blue skies and sunshine in the soul and heart are found there


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