ring – penned in moon dust

Pick Me #devotion #spring #poetry

March 22, 2015March 22, 2015 by moondustwriter, posted in Faith, Photography, Poetry

If you were a star

how would you stand out

among so many lights

If you were a snowflake

how would you reach gloved finger

to be caught in flight

If you were a firefly

how many others

would you have to out blink

if you one daisy in an ocean of fields

how could anyone know

if you were yellow or pink

what humans selecting 1s and 0s

compiling our value

what do they know?

The fragrant rose hopes

to be picked from above

fortunately God is a being of love

He never looks at us as one more thing

each of us more priceless

than the Hope diamond ring

The poem is silly but it conveys the fact that God knows: the name and voice of each star, He clothes each flower in the field, He knows when a bird falls, and He knows your needs (before you do.) Nature is so lovely to watch. Each day the birds come forth looking for food; Even in the winter there is food in our forest though the animals have to look harder for it. It’s there because God provides and He promises to do the same for us.

“Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

Luke 12:7

“If then you cannot do even a very little thing, why do you worry about other matters?Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.”

Luke 12:26&27
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

Matthew 6:26

Sharing this early spring devotion with Godinterest.

A Memory “M” #atozchallenge #poetry

April 15, 2014April 15, 2014 by moondustwriter, posted in a to z challenge, art, nature, Photography, Poetry

Loose letters

compose a written memory…

“Look back

to a fragrant past

but sadly one that didn’t last

not a promising future

there will never be

removing that circular band

you set me free.”

tear streamed I walk

facing heartache of the day

why so long did I stay?

circling about the regrets

I write on a page

ripping the fluttering story

journal of myself now dead

handing it back to him

the answer circled in red

he had held on

hoping to gain

once again control

“Look back scoundrel

to a shattered past

but sadly one that didn’t last

you broke it once

so hold it near

pieces of golden band

is all that’s dear”

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Metaphor: A comparison that is made directly or indirectly, but in any case without pointing out the similarity by using words such as: like, as, or than,

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What do you think the metaphor in this poem is???

“One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.”

A.A. Milne

Wow we are half way through the A to Z challenge. How are you holding up???

The Golden Key (Revisited) #Grimmfairytales #children

December 20, 2012December 20, 2012 by moondustwriter, posted in Children's Stories

Today is the 200 year anniversary celebrating the work of the Grimm Brothers who wrote 200+ fairy tales. I read The Golden Key and felt it had ended prematurely so this is my suggested part two to the tale:

The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home. He looked at the key. So tiny yet full of life; he could feel it. As the gold key turned in the box, the key began to grow and glow. “I am warm,” the boy said in cheerful surprise.

The fire he had hoped for sprung up around the key, but the boy was brave and touched the fire without being burned. He now knew this was no common key.

Though many people in the presence of magic ask for something to ease their lot, the boy was content to hold the warm key and box. The box got heavier until the boy reluctantly set it down on the ground. He held fast to the curious box fearful it would vanish.

The box became hot as it ignited from the key’s glow. The boy continued to hold on tight. As the flame grew more intense, the box, which revealed itself to be pure gold, became clear like glass. The boy expectantly peered inside. The only thing he could see was a plain gold ring. He reached in through the fire, grasped the flame filled ring, and placed it on his finger.

An onlooker would have seen a most magnificent thing on that cold frosty morn. A key, a box, and a ring transformed a boy to a knight. The glow about him melted the snow. A kaleidoscope of color mingled with the fire. Flowers sprung from the impotent earth, fruit sprouted on nearby trees, the life that had so long ago departed returned to the barren land.

Little did this simple boy know that he was chosen by the key for a mission. The knight would save many downtrodden soul in the cold, unrelenting world and provide golden hope for the besieged. Long after the knight was gone stories would be told, through the land, of the knight who carried warmth for all in his heart.

Photography The Key to My Soul by Petal Dreams at Deviant Art

Over at New World Creative Union and the Wednesday Wakeup Call the call is to embrace the fairy tale genre (old or new) and be inspired.

April Fools #atozchallenge #microfiction #aprilfoolsday

April 1, 2012April 1, 2012 by moondustwriter, posted in a to z, microfiction

I mused over how we had met on April Fool’s Day years ago. I closed my journal recording each memory with my hot blooded lover. Last year on April 1st, I was whisked away on the back of a donkey to an al fresco lunch in a field of flowers.

“Are we fools in love?” My lover grinned at me with flowers obviously behind his back.

“Yes lucky in love I believe ” I leaned over and kissed him trying to peek to see behind him.

As he brought his hands forward with a huge bouquet of daffodils and calla lillies, I noticed that a string was tied to his pinky.

“You need to remember something?”

“Indeed I do! For attached to this string are the answers to life that I am seeking.”

“Ha” I said “I really am an April Fool if I believe that a string holds the answers to life.”

He smiled “can I give you this string and at least some of the answers then?” he smiled that winning smile that made me weak kneed.

“Yes I will play along.”

He placed the string on my ring finger while gazing in my blue orbs “Marry Me next April 1st.”

“Yes” I said knowing it was just a joke for he had told me he never wished to marry. And anyway what fool would give a girl a string engagement ring?

next april 1 fools day, I placed a band of string on my April Fool’s left hand under an arch of dafffodils and calla lillies. The bray of donkeys could be heard in the backround.

“A fool in April is lucky in love” or so the pastor said.

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This entry marks the beginning of a month of writing madness in April. Follow along with the many writers who will ply their craft daily during April A to Z. Thanks to those who are hosting this event

Photography :stock photo