This is a little silly, but it happened the other day. I may have hundreds of dollars in unused gift cards at this point. For FOWC: Redeem.
Unused Gift cards waiting Hidden, to be redeemed: Forgotten in my old wallet Now seen.
P.S. Before posting this, I was thinking about how I’m kind of surprised I didn’t write anything about Jesus. 🙂 “Redeem” is an easy word to use on that topic. One of the major themes of Christianity is redeeming a broken life (and we all have a broken life to some extent) so that even one’s mistakes, when admitted, can be used for good. (see Romans 8:28). Okay, my sermon is over. 🙂
This is a décima for Ronovan’s prompt, with the word Gift as one of the B rhymes. Quite a timely prompt, obviously. 🙂 This décima took about 3 days to complete, so my brain very slowly revealed this gift to me.
As Advent is a brand-new start, God is ready to give a gift: The strength and peace of Christ to lift, The God of peace will guard your heart.
When shoppers fill a shopping cart, Remember most of all the why: Remember what will satisfy Beyond what fits inside a box. Sincere and loving care unlocks Treasures that no money can buy.
For today’s FOWC, the word is “vitriol.” I was thinking about the idea of wealth and wrote this acrostic. There are also other prompts that I wanted to try to do today, but I’m not getting anything remotely post-worthy.
What can any man take with him, when he Ends his tenure on Earth? His soul in its condition is All — no clothes nor masks with which to hide; Lies become as nothing. Any vitriolic bravado loses its Teeth, becoming weak, for truth is strong. Heed this warning before too long.
Life was a delightful potpourri:
The euphoria of even a penny on the sidewalk
Amazing, ten dollars in a birthday card.
Depth of exploration in our back yard
Rocks, bugs, dirt and the occasional lazy lizard.
Uncoordinated me loved to dance, felt free
As a ballerina in magical pink,
I floated since no one told me I should sink.
Your boat is not the only one;
To suffering do not be blind
See with the heart, choose to be kind,
Share of your access to the sun.
One day’s work doesn’t mean it’s done:
People’s circumstances crumble.
But if your world starts to rumble
Those you’ve helped can help you also,
With value of friendships that grow,
Detached from money, and humble.