Saffron
Experienced Member
Daughter of Ecanus
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Post by Saffron on Jan 26, 2010 20:56:41 GMT -5
The look of concentration on your face is intense as you gently scoop the limp dragonfly out of the tidepool. With palms cupped, you shield the tiny creature from the sea breeze. Plopping down in the sand you blow ever-so-gently on the lifeless form several times to no avail. You search until you find the perfect shell to provide protection for the delicate little body.
Our walk home is slowed by your methodical gait designed to cause as little distress as possible to your patient. The look on your nine-year-old face changes and it takes me a few moments to place it.
It is faith. Pure and simple faith.
An hour after we arrive home, you are sitting on the porch unaware that you still wear the wet swimsuit or that sand dots your golden skin. Once again you are gently blowing on the small unmoving form. Then a tiny flutter of wings begin; you call my name in an excited voice. I fear it is just an illusion caused by the wind.
The flutter picks up speed until the reborn dragonfly disappears into the sky.
You never doubted for a second.
Thank you Joshua for reminding me about mustard seeds.
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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Jan 29, 2010 14:23:06 GMT -5
*exalt*
This modern narrative serves as an ancillary parable to one of Christianity's favorite yet children's stories, often forgotten by Adults. Such power in a short write, my friend. Beautiful.
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Post by parttimepoet on Jan 31, 2010 21:08:02 GMT -5
I really enjoyed this beautiful piece of writing. A very moving, heartwarming read, thankyou for sharing. *exalt*
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Post by Karla Bardanza on Feb 19, 2010 8:33:24 GMT -5
Just one to describe your narrative:divine!Exalt!
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astroannie
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Baseball Poetess
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Post by astroannie on Mar 13, 2010 18:12:36 GMT -5
Awesome. Kids will *try*if it interests them, which is more than many adults. And sometimes if you try, you succeed.
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