Extraordinary Days
A prose poem in exactly 50 words
This poem is from a writing prompt given by for his “Fifties by the Fire”. The prompt was INSPIRATION. See all the wonderful submissions HERE at Along the Hudson
Extraordinary Days
Inspiration is everywhere — it’s in the rain, in the salt air, in children’s laughter.
Today we are constantly confronted with human failure. We grieve over our spiritual poverty, epidemic ignorance and pointless violence.
But we cannot let the Sting of these extraordinary days overshadow the Blessing.
We’re alive. Hope lives.
Can't have a good story without conflict, although it doesn't have to be catastrophic. With the rain comes the tension between flood and drought, sometimes wildfire. The earth inspires smells both delicious and repugnant. Children's laughter inspires the best of joy and the pinpoint of irritation. Why that joyful child's laughter in the echoing restaurant last night raked up my spine! Loved this post, Sharron.
"We're alive. Hope lives."
Yup, and phew.
Great words, Sharron!