Friday the 13th, the Day After

Photography taken the night of a lightning and thunderstorm over the Pacific Northwest, July 2012.


The above #mircropoetry was written in response to an 
image prompt  from  Kellie Elmore about Friday the 13th 
for Free Write Friday (#FWF).

In the Dark

Freedom Running

Standing in the silence of the morning sun
Listening to the breeze blowing in the sage
A distant rumbling thunder begins to grow
Shaking the ground with a chorus of echos

Photo courtesy of GeekPhilosopher.com

Over the ridge I see them from afar
Majestic and regal as swiftly they come
Clouds of dust rising from their hoofs
Running just for the love and freedom
Manes and tails blowing in the wind
I raise my arms in silent reverie
Watching the herd my heart is overcome
I feel their freedom surging in my blood
A fighting symbol of our mighty land
The last of their kind holding out
Still proud and defiant to the end
As they soar over the ground
Freedom calls and beckons us to follow
©Maleko 2012

This is my writing for Free Write Friday (#FWF) sponsored by Kellie Elmore on the topic of Freedom!

4th of July

"Wings of Life"   Pastels & Colored Pencils on black paper

©Maleko 2012

I am proud to be an American and celebrate our country on the 4th of July. But more than this 

I am a child of God first, with an assurance of eternal life no matter what this life here on 

earth may bring.  I am thankful that I have the freedom to worship Jesus. God Bless!

Coloring Outside the Lines

If we are to truly get close to God or any other human being we must be willing to cross the lines we have drawn for our lives.  These lines serve as boundaries keeping others out, not as we tell ourselves to simply avoid being hurt. We must hug those lines and even be willing to cross over them.  

Free will allows us to be the artist of our lives and to create a work of life that is us.  We only reach that place of breakthrough when we move past what is comfortable, what is known, what is expected into the absurd.  We must color outside the lines and allow the colors to run to mix and mingle with the colors of others.  Only then will a truly new thing emerge; a new hue, a new shade.

In the beginning the lines serve to define and differentiate us, but overtime they come to limit and isolate us.  The community, the life we yearn for is only found in the anxiety of mystery.  We must choose to walk into the darkness of our hearts, search the undiscovered shining a light into the dark corners.  And by the grace of God find our true purpose to be a blessing and impact the lives of others.