It’s that time of the week again. The prompt is up, and Friday Fictioneers are ready to go…even though it’s still Thursday. This prompt is brought to you by Madison Woods and this week’s photo is courtesy of Stacy Plowright.
This week’s photo brought some personal feelings to the limelight for me…it was a reminder of many questions that I have been pondering upon the past few months. I came up with about 3 stories and a poem, but fret not…I am only sharing 1 story and the poem (Please indulge me).
Comments, and constructive criticisms are welcome! The story is my state of mind, it’s not to bring up any arguments or debate. THANK YOU!
WHERE ARE YOU?
Every so often I wonder about heaven and where it is…
Last summer some girlfriends and I drove to Canada, and as we sped down highways lost in different conversations, I noticed the clouds gathered dark and somber…my heart fell silent as I looked in the skies.
Speaking softly to the clouds…I whispered “God, where is heaven, and where are you?”
“Is there someplace else beyond these clouds?”
“Is that where heaven abides and you reside?”
“God where are you?” I asked out loud…My friends laughed and said assuredly…he is right beside you.
I hope they are right…for some days I don’t know what or even if I believe… anymore…
THE CLOUDS GATHER FOR TO COLLECT EARTH’S LOST SOULS
Beautiful and gray
They gather for to collect
And usher in earth’s lost souls
Souls who for too long have strayed
In these parts
Seeking rest and shelter
In uninhabited areas
Never finding any
They hover over green pasture
And oceans deeps
They waft about hi-rise penthouses
And urban buildings
Roaming and wandering they drift
With the hope they would find
Rest for their lost and weary souls