BOAT RHYME!

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*Friday Fictioneers is a talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt Copyright – Georgia Koc

Row, row, row the boat, gently down the lake,
 I will tell a story that will cause your heart to ache.

He was such a simple man, full of loving care,
 You would never think of him as having any foe.

The high & mighty ones who’re always holding all in sway,
 Sought about in every way to make him go away.

Though it seemed to be that they had won their own nasty way,
 Yet he proved them wrong on the morn of his third day.

So we now can rest secure that truth will always win,
 Though it often seems to be that evil ne’er will end.

Row, row, row the boat, gently down life’s stream,
 Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is not just a dream!

 

*TO BE  SUNG TO THE TUNE OF THE NURSERY RHYME                                               
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CONSIDER HER WAYS & BE WISE!

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*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt ©Janet Webb

I just read in Proverbs about learning from ants. Apart from the fact they gather food in summer for winter, what else can I learn?

Well, for one thing, ants are eusocial species, just like wasps.

Whaat?

They live in multi-generational family groups wherein a vast majority of individuals  cooperate to help a relatively few reproductive group members.

Meaning?

Due to constraints, some voluntarily give up their own rights to reproduce in order that a select few may.

That’s not fair.

Maybe not, but they are unselfishly sacrificing for the common good.

I wouldn’t give up anything.

Of course you would. You underestimate your love for us!

*In an age when individuality holds sway and a vast majority seem to go with “I, ME, MINE”, it was refreshing to see the quality of community sacrificial living in God’s creation, a true reflection of His heart!

TIME ALONE

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*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Adam Ickes.

Juanita couldn’t believe she was actually there. She threw open the windows and breathed in the fresh air. She had hoped for this, prayed for this and saved for this. After years of responding to calls of “Mummy” and “Nita” and “darling” and “dear”, she was finally  by herself.   A siesta.

She strolled along the walkway, feasting her senses on the water, plants, blue sky, birds. She could feel her tension ebbing away and her body relaxing, her heart and mind expanding in the vision of the horizon.

Finally, she thought, some time alone!

 

 

BOTTLED

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*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful PHOTO PROMPT ©Ted Strutz

The place was empty. I wondered at her forlorn look.

I sipped my drink wondering: Did she lose someone? Had business been dull? Was she lonely? Did someone let her down?

I wanted to reach out to her, but left feeling embarrassed.

Next day I saw it was no more there.

I wished I had told her of the One who bottles all our tears…

 

*PSALM 56 (From the Bible)

For the choir director: A psalm of David, regarding the time the Philistines seized 
him in Gath. To be sung to the tune “Dove on Distant Oaks.”

O God, have mercy on me,
     for people are hounding me.
     My foes attack me all day long.
 I am constantly hounded by those who slander me,
     and many are boldly attacking me.
 But when I am afraid,
     I will put my trust in you.
 I praise God for what he has promised.
     I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?
     What can mere mortals do to me?

 They are always twisting what I say;
    they spend their days plotting to harm me.
 They come together to spy on me—
     watching my every step, eager to kill me.
 Don’t let them get away with their wickedness;
     in your anger, O God, bring them down.

 8 You keep track of all my sorrows.
    You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
     You have recorded each one in your book.

My enemies will retreat when I call to you for help.
    This I know: God is on my side!
 10 I praise God for what he has promised;
     yes, I praise the Lord for what he has promised.
 11 I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?
     What can mere mortals do to me?

 12 I will fulfill my vows to you, O God,
     and will offer a sacrifice of thanks for your help.
 13 For you have rescued me from death;
     you have kept my feet from slipping.
 So now I can walk in your presence, O God,
     in your life-giving light.