For Fandango’s flash fiction challenge #24, which uses this photo for inspiration:
An atlas is open, made of paper —
A man points with index fingers
Attached to weathered hands: “Here.”
I post this from a smartphone —
Atlas carries the changing Earth
Does that place exist anymore?
“Abraham your father rejoiced to see my day;
he saw it and was glad.”
The faith of Abraham was strong enough for sacrifice.
She wants the fire of burning love
But does not know how long faith will suffice.
O happiness! O joy! Their susurrations
Swish inside her heart, hiding, she seeks —
Trying to rediscover what is without price.
A cherita for NaPoWriMo day 14, inspired by a portion of the Gospel reading from a few days ago.
At Real Toads, we are invited to write about wistful sadness, or in Japanese, mono no aware.
I will let you pass through the checkpoint.
This is your flight, not mine.
Only those with a boarding pass may enter.
I have no pass; it is not my time.
But one day it will be my flight.
One day I will leave behind unknown others.
For Real Toads this weekend, we are trying the cherita form. It is like a story in 6 lines, and the lines can be any length. This was inspired by yesterday’s Gospel reading, about the widow who put in just a tiny bit of money into the treasury (Mark 12:38-44).
She put in everything.
Two coins a bigger offering
Than the rich ones’ wealth.
All she has to live on:
Trust, profound hope in God
Are the rich ones poor?