And Then Grace For Our Fleshiness Afterwards

A twig in dried mud
waits like a dog at his food bowl:

"Oh God, its that time of day.
It must be that time."

And the light strikes,
the twig blinded

until he turns away

to take in a hard truth:

When only light exists
and you get in the way,

oh, there will be shadows
for every light shone on you,

then grace.

It's not your fault, friend, its not our faults...

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Prismatic Words # 2 - Christianity by ZachP. 750 points, ended November 20, 8 entries
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MassMan
November 19
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This is a very different take on the prompt than the others who have entered this contest. But it is interesting and attractive in it's own way. And I think that is the wonderfulness of the enabling light of which we all speak. It affects many in different ways, and thus many facets of the Light are perceived, used, enjoyed and experienced. It's a matter of what we do with that light, as to if it will truly benefit us as God intended for it.
Let each and every voice bew heard attesting to the Light, from whatever vantage point--May God be praised in it all!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts & faith.