Ragtag Daily Prompt / RDP

THREE DAYS OF DARKNESS

Sunday prompt today is “COLLEAGUE.” My little story can be read below as fiction based on prophesy. Only Time will Tell!

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However, most have heard of “make-believe,” now we live in an era of “fake believe.” One day not so long ago, in what is now the world of “fake-believe,” lived an evil man who wanted to play God. He had many colleagues with the same agenda.


He started to believe he was a god when he dabbled with the sun.


The only One and True God allowed this evil person leeway because the culture became reversed. Bad was expected, and good was considered outdated.


God, too, can reverse, and the moon with the sun suddenly stopped giving light. For three days and nights, the earth suffered darkness.


Those on earth who honored God were protected in their homes, while those who cheered the new culture discovered that God would never be mocked.

opinion, poetry

The Three Days of Darkness … in a poetry challenge

Today March 4th I will repost this piece on dVerse because dVerse is calling for OLN means you can post ONE poem of your choosing. This is indeed a past post at that time inspired by Paint Chip below:

Maybe it’s the world’s mode these days; can’t help to think of a Catholic popular prophecy in which the stage is being set right now! My opinion only, of course! Prophecy is “The Three Days of Darkness.”
Linda Kruschke has inspired this writing with the words this week contained in her Paint Chip challenge.

Presenting the Paint Chips, please join in with your creative writing.

The time is now; that Grand Plan
Prep, don’t forget stock a drink
Juice, maybe freshly squeezed, — please!
Make sure your plan is at hand.

A rainstorm of fire will form
Wishing life — under the sea.
The dead, we will all envy.
God deliver us, our plea!

Attach to God or detached?
Winds roll us as tumbleweeds.
Where O’where rosary beads?
Never late, long as we breathe.

Tongue-tied fear viewing sunsets!
Green flashes for all to see.
When it’s over, sun to rise.
A world becomes very wise.

Now to know the Master’s sign.
Every knee bends at His name.
The world; a canvas so blank
We have God’s mercy to thank.