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Time Change, not Climate Change

Did I really lose one precious hour of my time, if not where is it?

Suddenly it occurs to me!
I woke up telling myself, and it’s 4:00 a.m.; my clock says 5:00 a.m. therefore; I am missing one hour.
That hour! What could I have done with it? Continued with my fleeting dream, forgotten with that cup of coffee or sooner. Or perhaps I might have awoken earlier hearing my cat scratching at whatever! Doing what I usually do, hopefully praying a prayer or two.
Time is like that… once gone… gone forever!
Don’t waste it on remaining in the state of languishing day after day, month after month, and year after year.

The prompt word if you haven’t guessed is “occur” here!

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WONDERING a short story

Opening my eyes while thinking, how bright it was outside my window, oh it snowed again; reaching for the covers while pulling them up over my shoulders; why is it so cold I wondered.

Feeling for the alarm, wondering about the joy I felt; I had another hour to sleep, turning over. I’ll just quickly hop out of bed, turn up the heat to warm the house and get back under the cozy, fuzzy blankets for another hour.

Not so fast! What’s this strange dizziness, I wondered, falling back into my pillows and safe zone, confused and anxious, I tried again to get up. To no avail! Quickly fell back sinking into the softness of my bed. I wondered what in the world is going on!

I realized all that brightness I thought was snow outside my window was in actuality the bedroom lights had been turned on.
Gulp! Who are all these people in my room I wondered! No one is looking familiar, and why are they just ignoring me! “Hey!” I screamed.

“No use,” a voice said, “they can’t hear you because you’re dead!”

“Like a candle, your flame burnt out and now you are all mine!”

“Yours,” I screamed, “who are you?”

“Don’t you know, I am the one you have been serving for the past several decades.”

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A Poem composed — Only 74 words

Weekend Writing Prompt #93 – Horizon

Seven syllables

per line

Boats that seem to melt or sink
disappear beyond the vast
horizon. Onward they sail.
—Yonder to and fro they go!
To the eyes it ceases; Gone!
Yet, where? We must confess they
Are still there, somewhere we know!
Is truly Faith surpassing!

The eclipse —horizon as
hidden mysteriously!
Looking back through time we go!

Remember Dear Saint Paul was
Blinded by God in order
To see. Mystical is God
Indeed our Faith surpassing!

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Is Nothing, Something?

 

Best way to get attention, in my opinion, is to ask for advice or ask a question like the title of this post today!  Daily Inkling wants to know.

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We find SOLITUDE when we dream, we write, compose and discover our sub-conscience.

Remembering, recollection, hindsight of a dream while traveling through
space and time. My trip began early one morning while still dark, dozed off on my coach and experienced a rare dream; rare because it was one that I remembered every detail upon returning.

While in my fantasy state, trying to explain how God always was and how did He become God anyway; boggled with that thought. I began to imagine if there never was a God there would be NOTHING! That was when the question entered, begging for an answer, only an atheist can answer. Is nothing, something?

Fantasy and back
Question without an answer
Only through our dreams

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Life its Treasures Hopes Desires and END.

The story inspired by First Line Friday:   Below

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Millie couldn’t believe her luck, an eighteenth century, hand-carved oak hope chest with original fixtures intact– and all she had to do was convince them to sell it to her.

It all started when she accidentally came upon this old home as she was scouring houses to list for sale; thereby enhancing her real estate career. This property was quite hidden with overgrown shrubs and nonconforming to the surroundings. She was surprised to see how welcomed she was when she approached the door to inquire if there might be an interest in a future sale of said property. That was when she noticed the treasured hope chest.

The senior man, indicated positively, as he was about to enter into a facility for the aged. Hearing his words was the opening she had hoped for, not only was this an opportunity for a commission but, also to gain the hope chest.

Concise, and to the point, as she looked around, she mentioned the room was very crowded with that enormous chest it would be a distraction to potential buyers. Would he be interested in selling it? She asked with tact and thoughtfulness.

Only, he said, if you took all the contents that it held, junk I collected throughout the many years of my life.

Music to her ears, her elation was well contained within her soul as the sale progressed.

The sale of the chest now achieved, with keen anticipation as to what the contents contained; the subject for another future story.

This story; My summarized picture of life. Opportunity/Success, seeking what we desire, hoping to achieve, curious about what it holds. In the end, Galatians 6:7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.
Judgment, Heaven or Hell.

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HE knows; so do YOU!

FOWC another blogger here on WordPress always has some exciting prompts to excite our way of thinking. Today the word is “Heretic.”

One can ask a zillion people what heresy is; receive definitions from A to Z with numerous various opinions in between. Example: What is the truth?

God knows the heart and soul of each of us; He knows the opportunity we have been given to know the Truth, He knows if we want His Truth or do we want our truth?

This particular verse in the Apocalypse of the Bible sums it up for me, simple and to the point:

“But because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will begin to vomit thee out of my mouth.”
[Apocalypse (Revelation) 3:16]