Dec 29 2008
Word Shot – 29 December, 2008
2008. What a year! As it comes to a close, let’s try one last Word Shot before moving into a brand new year. Here it is:
This photo triggers numerous questions. Who is leaning against the cross? Why? Where would such a large cross be placed? Did sorrow drive this individual there? Gratitude? Remorse? Think about it. Be still and listen to what emerges from your mind-soul. Write it down and submit it as a comment to this post. Just a word if that’s all the comes. Or a phrase. Or a sentence. Or a story.
By the way, you can read the comments to last week’s Word shot here. My thanks to those of you who participated! Your sharing was a gift to us all.
If you’re not a frequent Word Shot participant, don’t be shy. Weigh in with a comment – even if it’s just a single word. And don’t forget to check other writers’ submissions for this week’s Word Shot in the coming week. Please remember, these exercises are for all of us and will – I assure you – sharpen your writing skills and creativity.
Once you participate in 10 Word Shots, I’ll send you my e-manuals as a prize – all three of them. Just e-mail me to let me know when you qualify.
If you’ve never tried a Word Shot, now’s the time. Get your writing out there for others to read. It’s your last chance in 2008!
resignation
At last , the end of the journey. A place to rest my head and clear my mind. A place called solitude. Called santuary. Called …Home.
“I am ashamed. My soul feels like it’s about to crack. Oh father, will you ever forgive me.”
They said it would be the war to end all wars. But it was not to be. Now we have to build memorials for hundreds of thousands more war dead. When will we ever learn?
What kind of god lets these things happen? The mission ended the day those men broke down the door to his home and did all the awful things that would haunt him for all eternity.
Forgive me Lord for my sins. Forgive me Lord for the cruelty you so willing suffered on my behalf. Forgive me for my unworthiness and lead me in the path of righteousness that I might one day dwell with you in heaven forever.
This is a man who is hanging out with his buddy Jesus, talking about life and enjoying the view.
Me and my siamese twin, who was shaped like a large small-case t, stood together staring out at the beautiful sunset, which turned the sky a glorious pee-yellow color.
As they came up over the mountains edge and into the expanse of the craggy glen, there appeared to be, in the distance an image that had once been a strong influence in her life. It was completely unexpected, but it struck her in a way that was both familiar and comforting. It was a cross hewn from railroad ties; a small gathering of faithful at its base, quiet and at peace. As the sun set, it cast an mango-lemon glow on the two crossed pieces of recycled wood–made new its new configuration–made new by the efforts of the faithful; made new by the sacrifice of a few, for the good of the many pilgrims who came to rest in its shadow; to rest and be made new.