A New Year

Well, its a brand new year.  We had a lovely Watch night service.  There was about 20 who came.  How wonderful to be taking the Lord's Super to begin a new year.  The Lord is coming.  My only prayer is to be ready to go when He calls.

Of co urse I opened the front door and the back  so the old year could leave and the new one enter in.  Silas laughed at me.   Welcome 2017.  May I be found in His service

                Through the Woods and Over the River

                      (A Winter's Tale by Deborah J Lindsey)

                  We have journeyed far this night,

                          Best Belov-ed.

                  We journeyed though the woods

                             lovely and dark.

                Save for a sliver of a pale moon

                         to light our path.

 

                     We met a travel weary poet          

                          and his sleigh horse.

                 The snow drifted about them,

                        glistening and deep.                     

          

                      The horse was not lost,

                       He was sure of the way.

     He stamped and snorted out his eager breath.

        And his harness bells jingled a song of home.

             

                    But The poet was lost,

              'He was hopelessly spellbound.

             Immersed in the magic of the woods

                  And the silence of the night.

                         He was a prisoner,

            Willingly ensnared in his web of words.

             We have journeyed far this night,

                              Best Belov-ed.

           Look yonder, over across this frozen river,

                  Where the lamp lights beckon,

            And the hearth fires crackle away the chill.  

                           Our Dear One waits,

                    Pink-cheeked and hungry eyed.

                       She stirs her bubbling kettle,

                       And longs to fill our bowls

                        With her warmth and love.

                  C Copyright December, 2016 by Deborah J Lindsey

Author's Note:  Many thanks to the   poster of this snap- an elf and a bunny looking across a frozen pond.  Perhaps, a lovely supper waited in one of the lamp-lit houses? Perhaps, a savory stew, fragrant and hearty for the elf and a pile of fresh hay and roasted carrot for the bunny?

Again, thanks for delighting my day with words.  DJL

I got inspired by a photo someone shared on Face Book and wrote about it I  I have spent the entire morning and well into the afternoon in perfect writer’s delight. Writing makes me happy. Bunnies make me happy. Elves, well I can take them or leave them but the little elf that sat with the bunny looking across a frozen river at houses with welcome lamps and hearth fires burning has done a happy job on this lady. How so? Snatches from a song- over the river and through the woods, but in my use, through the woods and over the river, and a poem remembered most happily about lovely, dark,deep woods filled with snow(thanks RF) all sprang forth to brighten my day.

Conversation With an Enemy

“Dialog only prompt for 12/7/2016:

"I am my own worst enemy."

This is not the first line or the last line, just has to be used somewhere in your response. Remember dialog only not even ," said xxxx.

               A  Conversation With an Enemy

                      By Deborah J Lindsey

"Who’s there? 

I know you’re there and I know who you are. Your laughter gave you away. "

"You are your own worst enemy.”

“Don’t you mean thatYOU are my worst enemy? “

“No need to whisper in that obscene voice. 

Oh yes, I remember and I agree that was a horrible thing I did and maybe you’re right in saying that I am my own worst enemy. 

Yes, I am totally guilty.

I am guilty of many things but my Lord is gracious. I’ve talked to Him and I am sure he has forgiven me. In fact, he threw all that bad stuff into the ‘Sea of Forgetfulness’ and doesn’t even remember it at all. 
You are the one that remembers it all.

You’re right. I did that too but you are the accuser of the brethren. Well, sistern in my case.

No, I didn’t google “sistern”. 

I’m a writer! I’ll write what I want!

Yes, even if it is a made-up word.

Get thee behind me satan.

You know you have to leave, in fact you have to flee.”

“Yes, I know, but I’ll be back.”

djl

C Copyright 2016 by Deborah J Lindsey

not the end of all things

today I wanted to die but I think I will live instead.

it is not the end of all thinga.  it just seems that way but I will be ok.

Roosters crow at Night

Roosters Crow at Night
By Deborah J Lindsey

(The man on the phone sounded like he had a sock shoved up his nose.) -First line writing prompt-

The man on the phone sounded like he had a sock shoved up his nose.

I knew it waswas Berry.

I sighed and clicked my phone shut knowing that it would only ring again.

I counted 1 2 3 4 5 6.

Chicken Dance music, once, twice.

“Hello, Berry is that you?
Speak up! Your sock connection is very bad.”

The sock continued his muffled tirade.

Berry was my neighbor in back. If I looked out the bathroom window I am sure I would find him there peering through the parted curtains. I did try to get along with him but he was just one of those impossible people that could never be satisfied.

I do believe he counted every leaf that dared fall from my trees unto his yard. I watched him spear them with a long stick that had a nail driven into the end of it. When the nail was full, he made neat little piles and nailed them to my fence. I didn’t mind the nails. In fact, I found them quite convenient places to hang my wind chimes. I had four out there now. They were quite musical on a breezy day.

He was odd about trash too. Once, some flyers I had thrown away advertising information on my lost dog who had mysteriously vanished somehow fell on the ground beside his trash can. I found those nailed on the fence too. Photos of my dear Yapsey were circled several times with a red marker and the nail pierced the paper forehead.

My phone boomed once again. I knew it was Barry because I had assigned him his own ring tone - Beethoven’s Fifth.

“Hello, Berry I know it’s you. You don’t sound one bit like John Wayne.

Berry, I can see you peering through the curtain. NO! I didn’t give your name to the FBI. And NOI I didn’t sign you up for a year’s subscription to “Piggy Wiggy Digest”.

I closed my phone and started the count again.

“Hello, Berry, I can’t hear you. The sock isn’t helping your connection.
What? Chickens? Yes, I have a few hens that’s all. The front yard? Oh, don’t worry about the grass. I have some goats coming next week. Totally organic you know. It’s the latest thing. You’re welcome to some of the goat’s leavings for your roses.

Berry? Hello…?”

I snapped my phone shut. I shook my head and laughed to myself. Some people just couldn’t get along with others. How was I to know roosters crowed when they took a notion too- even at night. I’m sure the girl scout cookies I signed him up for would more than compensate.

C copyright October, 2106 by Deborah J Lindsey

Cleaning Grout

 Cleaning Grout

“What are you doing in the bathroom so long?”

“I’m cleaning grout.”

“What?
“Cleaning trout?
In the bathroom?

“No!” I said.
“I’m cleaning grout.”

“What are you cleaning out?”

“No, no,I SAID… I AM CLEANING GROUT!”

“Steaming kraut?”

I don’t care for kraut.

I thought you were making fish?”

© October, 2016 By Deborah J Lindsey

Writing Prompt: tittle

Cleaning Grout

Cleaning Grout

“What are you doing in the bathroom so long?”

“I’m cleaning grout.”

“What?
“Cleaning trout?
In the bathroom?

“No!” I said.
“I’m cleaning grout.”

“What are you cleaning out?”

“No, no,I SAID… I AM CLEANING GROUT!”

“Steaming kraut?”

I don’t care for kraut.

I thought you were making fish?”



Tittle Prompt