Lens-Artists, Photo Challenge

Lens—Artists my delicate image

This amazing image was captured a few days ago as I drove down a country road.

A tree growing out of a dead stump, I titled it “Resurection”; a reminder of how our bodies will rise again as the Catholic Creed promises.

I believe … “The resurrection of the body, and life everlasting, Amen”.

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dVerse, poetry

Villanelle Poetry —A View of Today’s World

A Villanelle, poetry form encouraged through dVerse.

 

God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.
The current status well thought out;
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

He watches from above, the perfect view
Man’s hellish plan; He laughs as they scheme.
God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.

First, hush and block those who speak true
Kill their God, mute the good.
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.
Black is now white, while white is black.
God smiles as His faithful carry through.

Work harder, conceal, quiet the few
Their voice must be stilled at any cost.
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

We can’t stop now, but God who knew
Their game was finished before it began.
Sinking wrangling words — despair and spew
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

#FOWC, Word Prompts

No, No… Better Not!

52 WORDS 4 Sammiscribbles

When Truth scorned
ignored, denied or hidden;
impossible, never!

Truth is perpetual, forever!
Why then do many doubt?
God IS! He is Truth with a
capital letter.

To continue to deny the Supernatural
certainty is eternal death.

There is a God, the word to
Fear, the word to tremble to hear
Anathema!

 

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/03/30/weekend-writing-prompt-99-anathema/

#FOWC, true story

Americans— Examine your Conscience

A real personal story about me! Born and raised in Chicago and growing up to hear from my parents; “We are Democrats,” why, I asked as a young teenager one day, and they simply told me, “because the Democrats were for the poor, and we are not rich.” Later in my life, met the man I married, he also being born and raised from a staunchly Democratic family in Chicago. Years later as things began to change subtly both within the Catholic Church and all political organizations. “Why are we still Democrats?”
I asked him one day, “when their values have changed; and are no longer our values.” We agreed to change parties and never looked back.

Today while watching the news, it is a sad day, when good Americans are so disappointed when they see their President is found innocent of any crime. I remember a day when all Americans would hold their head up high, whether they liked the Presidents personality or not but still would be proud to know he was not a criminal as suspected.

America FIRST before politics was the mind of the people.

You don’t have to like him, so… don’t invite him to dinner, but be proud that your beloved Country has an innocent President, innocent maybe not of personal sins, who is? Innocent of the conspiracy/Russia story.

Come on! Is that the party you want, an injured party that by their own doing represent a dying body, a corpse-like organization because they cheer not for America, not for Truth and Justice but the power of their agenda know as the Godless NWO. Sooner or later they no doubt will get their “guy” a globalist in power, then we will indeed have something SAD to say. Not Today, HOWEVER!

Know that at that time God will intervene.

The word prompt #Corpse from FOWC daily prompt here – https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/25/fowc-with-fandango-corpse/

Photo For the Week

Wonder Why Catholics?

Why honor St. Joseph?

Same reason Catholics honor all the Saints, whoever they are in Heaven; because they are alive in Heaven, we glorify God when we recognize this FACT!

Today we remember St. Joseph

(My watercolor painting NOT copyrighted free to copy)

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Supernatural Reality

Saturday Mix of the Natural/Supernatural

The shadow of the moon danced on the lake.

Morphing of the shadow as the light of the moon penetrated through branches; the reaching arms gracefully unveiling its ballet to a full moon.
A moon suspended high beyond its genius of design, a living greeting card.

The priest that morning at the sacrifice of the Mass, held the host high above his head, again a change; the bread of earth-penetrating God’s enlightenment is unveiling bread from heaven.

Natural meeting
Of the Supernatural
Morphing night and day

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The Prompt