The Storm #fires #earthquakes #destruction #hope

by moondustwriter, posted in Photography, Poetry

Just overhead

trees are torn

ground heaves

we battle worn

smoke’s  fires billow

grey cast horizon

hell’s gates open

beckoning all

can’t hear truth

our heads are ringing

in a ditch

no one’s helping

but listen

whippoorwill’s call

silent darkness

there’s a song

hope in the cross

it never fails

 savior hung there

He came alive

offers eternal life

sky opens to true light

just grasp

his nail scarred hands

and LIVE

All you need to do is turn on the news for five minutes and read of destruction in your land and in other places. What are you to do? Can you put out the fires? Can you stop an earthquake? What about senseless killing of children and women?

You have  no control over these things which can easily leave to a tunnel of hopelessness or it can drop you on your knees in conversation with the one who can remedy these atrocities – God.

The Well #water #poetry

by moondustwriter, posted in Home

“Come to the water

stand by my side

I know you are thirsty

you wont be denied”

Words that we sang

we could drink deep

take refreshing sips

the well is always full

There are days I doubt

distracted by drought

 when I have been starving

  clothes threadbare

you have always provided

what I needed

even in my disbelief

you shared your pool of mercy

a place I could bathe in hope

Do you ever face days where you can’t see past the trial or the trouble? Do the words “He will provide” seem trite? I cannot count for you how many times He has provided food for my family when the cupboards (and bank account) were bare. I am reminded of the prayer of my child for shoes, the next day I was given money that bought four pairs of shoes for my little ones. Even the “extras”, He supplies with a smile. If this God of mine cares about my food and my children’s shoes, how much more does He care for the things that matter like your health, your children’s safety and your eternity?

What I Can’t See #poetry

by moondustwriter, posted in Haiku, nature, Photography

golden rays

open nature’s aperture

out with the tide

*

beyond my scope

child’s smile

God’s Majesty

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand,
And marked off the heavens by the span,
And calculated the dust of the earth by the measure,
And weighed the mountains in a balance
And the hills in a pair of scales?

~Isaiah 40:12

We are told that we are blinded by the things of this world. Ask Jesus to open the aperture of your soul wide to see His love and His plan for you!!!

Off The Rails #hopeless #nowheretogo

by moondustwriter, posted in black and white, blogging, horror, nature, Our World, Photography, Poetry, Social issues

train tracks

I had a destination

at some point life was clear

daily had a mission

people who were dear

*

in a moment life derailed

wiped away my past

occluded the horizon

dark horror in my path

*

I had a destination

at some point life was clear

daily had a mission

people who were dear

*

can’t see beyond tomorrow

I’d really rather not

there are no clear options

 hopeless I am fraught

*

I had a destination

at some point life was clear

daily had a mission

people who were dear

*

look not at your sorrow

reach beyond the loss

 hold to love in suffering

in Jesus Christ, the cross

*

I have a destination

life it now seems clear

draw close to the Savior

 to Him you are so dear

What can we do with dark days?

The words that swirl around our heads are a cacophony of misery.

But we can reflect on silent beauty like a tiny blossom in gnarled bark.

Reflect not on this world, but on the eternal hope to come.

Christ has died that you might have an eternal hope and abundant life.

This life, this world is like a holograph.

BUT it is not a facsimile of truth it is a reflection of eternal demise.

Call upon the risen one – He is a whisper away.

“These things I have spoken in a figurative language; but the time is coming when I will no longer speak to you in figurative language but I will tell you plainly about the Father…for the Father himself loves you because you have loved Me, and have believed that I came forth from God.” John 16: 25 &27

“If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you.”

John 15:7

Jumped #TheGirlWhotouchedthe Sky4 #atozchallenge #childsplay #thegirlwhoreachedforthesky

by moondustwriter, posted in a to z challenge

From above the land, I watched some of the atrocities against my people.

I watched a boy as he was jumped by soldiers hiding in the bush. They gave him a soldier hat and a gun.

“You will learn to kill with this.” An angry soldier pushed him.

The boy learned to follow orders. He could hide well in the tall grass and kill small animals. Every time he was given a gun, he was afraid he would have to use it.

Then men in different uniforms jumped him as he was stalking a gazelle. They took him to one of the refugee camps.

“Be a boy again.” one of the soldiers said as he straightened his collar.

A friend told us his story. He was so grateful that he never had to kill another human being, especially a member of his own tribe. There are so many childding stories of child soldiers. We have heard too many.

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Instinct – #TheGirlWhotouched theSky3 #childsplay #atozchallenge #thegirlwhoreachedforthesky

by moondustwriter, posted in a to z challenge

“I can’t stop now” I said to myself as the ant hill grew taller.

“What do you see?” A voice called from below.

“The land is spread out below my feet.”

It wasnt what I saw it was what I felt inside.

“The land and her people are in pain.” I shouted.

Scars were etched upon the land where blood had been carelessly spilt.

“Can we save them?”

“Yes, keep climbing.” The voice said.

Hot angry winds tried to knock me over. My hands clutched at the clouds.

I KEPT GOING…

My writing of this fictionalized life story has, at this moment, become allegorical. The true story of one girl’s life (let alone hundreds) is too painful.

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Thegirlwhoreachedfor thesky part 1 part 2

Give Me Your Hand #Thegirlwhotouchedthesky2 #child’splay #uganda #H #atozchallenge

by moondustwriter, posted in a to z challenge, Uganda

I heard her say, “Grab my hand. I’ll help you climb.”

I wanted to see past my village.

“Maybe I can see my mama.” I said back.

“You can do it,”

I climbed the ant hill. It was 2.5 meters tall.

“No fall.” I heard my baby brother.

I smiled as I climbed. This was easy compared to everything we had lived through.

“I can’t see anything.” I called down.

“YOU WILL!!!” The voice called back.

We researched the white ant hill for a science project. There is an intricate network that keeps the colony cool. A friend built a home based on the concept. Yes, it was cool on a hot day and cold at night.

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The Girl Who Touched the Sky Part 1 #atozchallenge #child’splay #LRA

by moondustwriter, posted in a to z challenge, Uganda

I’m a brave little girl. I have to be. Soldiers came to our village and took my older brother. My mama and papa hid me and my baby brother under goat skins in a garbage heap that soldiers set on fire. Mama and Papa both ran from the soldiers. I dug us out from under the garbage when the soldiers were gone. My one arm was badly burned; my brother was alive but hungry and scared. I took us to a stream to rinse off and get water.

“We can do this.” I coaxed him each day.

We waited for someone to come. No one did.

“We must find them.” I said more to myself than to the baby. The only foods we had were dried posho in pans left by the villagers.

This girl represents many who fled or were captured by the LRA (Lord’s Resistance Army). Her story is fictional – the details are not. Her story will continue for the next several day for the A to Z challenge


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I do miss You #poetry #blogging #expression treasure

by moondustwriter, posted in blogging, memories, Photography, Poetry

Beauty floats on top

Life bubbles beneath the surface

a sense of surprise

Im not even getting many opportunities to write haiku at the moment. I still have friends in this blogging life that I am grateful for and I miss.

I hope YOU are doing well and that your creativity flows whether here or elsewhere.

I am always aloft on the moon or elsewhere.

I’m always grateful for YOU because each of you encouraged me to keep looking for shells…

Hidden treasure

shoreline of dispersed memory

I found you

Thirsty #earthquake #turkey #relief #prompt

by moondustwriter, posted in Our World

This is the prompt from https://thesoundofonehandtyping.com/ Hosted by John Holton

  1. Write a post based on the word thirsty.
  2. Write a post in exactly 8 sentences.
  3. Write about an interaction you had with a salesman.
  4. If you could only focus on three things in life and pursue them fully, leaving everything else, what would they be and why?
  5. Tell us about the most exhausted you’ve ever felt.
  6. Tell us about a place you’ve visited that felt magical to you.

When I met Mohamad, he was nine years old. What a smile that kid had on his face. I knew he and his sisters were thirsty, so I opened water bottles for each of them. Mohammad helped us unload the car. We had oil, flour, beans, jugs of water, soap, and a bag of sweets. His mama brought us chai and we heard the miraculous story…

“When the earth began to shake, I ran out of the building; I guess I wasn’t thinking. Before my family could move, the walls fell; they were trapped. A wall collapsed on my son. My wife refused to leave him.

“No, mama, you must get the children out. I will be okay,” Mohamad called out.

My wife and our four daughters crawled through a small hole I had dug. I yelled for help. Men who had safely gotten out came to help get Mohamed from under the wall before the building came down. We drove him to the hospital in a car that was half its normal height; pieces of building had crushed it. Mohamad lost his leg that night, and we had a baby girl in his hospital room the next morning. Because of our dear Mohamad, our baby lived.” (the temperatures in Hatay were below freezing)

I had ignored that I was thirsty while we worked in the hot, unhealthy earthquake zone. I couldn’t think about myself there were too many refugees who needed our help. When my husband finally dragged me to a clinic, I was exhausted and severely dehydrated.  I would do it again in a heartbeat. I just need water!

One of my roles is working with refugees. I’m a retired nurse, and I teach and run supplies. I love people in the world.