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Dark Night of the Soil


I realized this morning, as I gazed at my barren flower bed, its parallel to Easter and Spring’s awakening.

Death of unruly weeds and a sweeping of rocks and debris was necessary to ready the bed for planting. It required pulling up some deeply imbedded roots of certain weeds who disguised themselves in delicate, colorful blooms, hiding their malevolent intent to choke, encroach and overtake my beautiful garden. If I left even a hint of root behind, my garden would be at risk. Just to be safe, once the soil was sufficiently churned, a barrier was laid and new enriched top soil was added to prepare for new seeds and plants. Of course, there is still a bit more to do, and keeping the weeds at bay is a daunting task, but it is a necessary step to give my beautiful garden its best chance to thrive.

My soul is like a garden. It is affected deeply by nature, the changing of seasons, the light and darkness, the raging tempests and gentle rains, sunrises and sunsets, the clear open blue canopy, the subtle embrace of foggy bottoms, the star-speckled night sky.

As I look at the empty flower bed of my soul, especially on this Easter weekend, I am reminded of the despair and revelation of humanity’s dark nature that led to death, but I am also filled with a sense of hope for the new life that is promised to me if I am faithful.

When darkness overcomes me, I know I should pause to reflect. Is my current circumstance a result of happenstance? It is true some things just happen. Or is it a debacle of my own doing? The latter, if I’m open to considering it, requires a bit of work. Like my garden bed, my soul must be swept of weeds, taking care to remove the roots. The soil of my soul will likely need a bit of churning. It will take a conscious effort on my part to employ the barriers required to prevent any weed remnants from rising again to choke out my best intentions. And it will also take laying a new foundation of “soil”.

My life has the potential to be a beautiful garden! To be a light and a blessing. As I consider the hope of Easter and Spring’s promise, I embrace the new life that grace affords me today and every morning!

Peace, grace and life in all its magnificence to you! May you thrive in beauty!

-kat


Losing Hope

How easily hope drifts away
When we forget to let things be
In our attempts to have our way
We only trust in what we see.

Surrender serves our spirit best.
How easily hope slips away
Each time our faith’s put to the test
And fear demands the final say.

For no amount of power play
Will ultimately bring us peace
How easily hope slips away
To know our strength we must be weak.

Religiosity’s a trap,
Faux piety can lead astray
We learn to dwell on what we lack
How easily hope slips away!

kat ~ 20 March 2016
(a Quatern)


Even the Sparrows


It’s an odd place to grow sunflowers. Actually, no one really knows how they survive there, with barely a spot of earth to sustain them. But every summer they appear, a hint of green sprouts that soon spread skyward covering the retaining wall.

The birds delight in the sweet seeds, happily fluttering and chattering while nibbling.

People nicknamed this special spot along the greenway Sparrow Way. Some say it reminds them of the bible story that tells how God even provides for the sparrows, so tiny, yet worthy of tender care.

I like to visit this place when I’m facing some impossible situation. And to think. If there is a God somewhere who cares about tiny sparrows, surely there is hope for me.

Wishing you sunflowers!

kat ~ 28 January 2016
(125 Words / Inspirational Fiction)

A little inspiration this week for my friend PJ who hosts this weekly challenge. It’s called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Read other stories HERE. 😊


The Honey Tree

The Honey Tree

Photo Credit: The Storyteller’s Abode

“No silly, honey doesn’t grow on trees!”

“But you said we was goin’ to the Honey Tree, Auntie Sue!”

“Yes I did! It’s a special store on Shore Drive. And this is the perfect time of day to visit. When the sun is setting, it gives the store fronts an amber glow.”

“Whatsa namberglow?”

“Amber glow, Sarah. It’s the color of the buildings when the sun sets just so…like gold…do you see it?”

“Oh, I see it…oooh…I like amber glow!”

“Well the reason we’re going to the Honey Tree right this minute is because I heard that the beeswax candles you buy at sunset are magic. You can make a wish when you light them.”

“Any wish, Auntie Sue?”

“Any wish.”

“And your wish will come true?”

“Well I guess we’ll never find out unless we try.”

“You know what I gonna wish for Auntie Sue?”

“I think I might. I’m gonna wish that too.”

“I wish that mommy will get better. That’s what I wish.”

“Me too sweetie…me too…”

kat ~ 19 January 2016
(175 Words)

A story for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge based on the story above. If you would like to read other stories or submit your own, click HERE for the link.


Ill-fated Ice Crystals – A Haiku

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I couldn’t resist! Just one more Haiku for RonovanWrites’ challenge this week, inspired by the beautiful ill-fated ice crystals that form on my windshield each morning. I know I should pause and take in their loveliness, but I have a schedule to keep, so…

Alas, I admit to just a twinge of guilt. But we all have a dark side, don’t we?  I just never thought I could be so ruthless! TeeHee.  😉

Ill-fated Ice Crystals

Wretched ice crystals
you hope for admiration…
“Now meet your ‘Scraper’!”

kat ~ 12 January 2016