The Promise 1 chapter.

This chapter of this story is released into the public domain.
Should be used as a template. By Shundra L. Moore


He did not die well according to some but I knew he was still there. Your on your own when you have a family memeber turned into a veggie special. That's the way some of the doctors talked. They thought he didn't have insurance. Thank God they weren't the only people taking care of my dad.

There were a few Christian doctors and nurses who were no nonsense. They were about saving a life and living the life themselves with as little ego as possible. Some were other religions that had the same goal. But the bad apples could cause alot of damage. I promised my dad at the grave that I would be his memorial because I couldn't afford to buy the headstone among other reasons. He was a simple man who would do anything for me. He thought I was an angel incarnate and he died thinking that.

He always encourged me to reach for the stars and never mind those who didn't think much of me.
But a funny thing happened on the way to the monument company. God told me I made that promise to the wrong person. It was night time for me most of the time spiritually speaking. I couldn't see daylight yet. I was searching for another replacement for my father and didn't have much luck.

I guess a mentor of some sort. So meeting people came few and far in between. And the ones I met seemed to think I was someone else. This was a mystery that I didn't really want to know the answer to. I still believed dreams came true and I wasn't going to let life beat it out of me.

Teach: What you daydreaming about?
Sarah: Oh nothing just some old memories that people keep telling me I'm suppose to get over.
Teach: Is it reaccuring?
Sarah: Yes it is shows up in the strangest of times.
Teach: These memories probably mean more than just just your own fantasy world.
Sarah: I agree with that. I think it's a message
Teach: From God?
Sarah: Yep, pretty much.
Teach: So ask God why.
Sarah: I did. He just keeps giving me the same daydream or dream in other forms.
Teach: Its lunch time. Want to go out to eat?
Sarah: Sure. I'd like some mahi mahi but I like all types of fish. You are what you eat ya know.
Teach: Umm sure. I think you should try some flounder. So Sarah anytime soon whould be fine with me.


Sarah: So teach you married?
Teach: Yes happily.
Sarah: So your wife mind that you are taking a student out to lunch.
Teach: No, she is understanding.
Sarah: Really, that's good. I really just needed a ride home. My sister's car is out of fix today.
Lunch is a bonus.
Teach: What you ordering?
Sarah: I already told you I'd like to try some mahi mahi. I wonder if I can order from the take out menu. It will be faster.
Teach: Why don't we just eat here.
Sarah: Sure.
End of Chapter One.

Defeat of the Evil Malice

Defeat of the Evil Malice

This poem is copyrighted © Copyright 2010 Shundra L. Moore all rights reserved.

A Poem by Shundra L. Moore



A sleepless malice rises up from where we do not know.

But there is one Guide that does not go when evil parades itself for show.

Merry being made while a Battle rages.

Battles that cost the lives of mighty men.



The dark ones fall at the left and the right,

But the ones who follow the Guide never to leave His side

Will live to fight again.

Strength arises from the Tree that stands without the other,

That has leaves that deceive and beguile those who eat of its fruit.



The Tree of life grows at the heart.

And does not reveal its fruit until the season is in.

The Beacon of men is lit by the Light that shines

When darkness is full and all time stands still.



Going towards the void is not an easy task.

But never forget His word that shields us

Never forget His weapon that heals us

When the fiery darts do not miss their mark.



Eclipsing of the Son will not be done

By evil unless He wills.

The winged eyes of angels nested in their wings

Take them throughout  the heavens.

Delivering messages sent from the front

To a home that is unseen.



Reigning in the sweet incense that fills the Kings room.

Letters that don't hide the emotions crushed by war or the sadness of grief.

Messages received and answered unto victory.



Lineage of Royalty from the bloodline of kings.

Helmets that mask the warrior that hides within.

Salvation that comes in transfigured forms yet untold,

From the one Guide who stands inside all who call Him.

Duty calls but honor holds those who fight the evil malice that is all sin.



What is this sin that evil feeds upon?

It is a simple gap that breaks the union

Between the victory that was and is,

And is to come.

When time stands still and all is won.



© Movie Poetry - Lord of the Rings - Copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore

Greens II (Story Idea)

I really thought they were spoiled. The turnip greens had an extra ingredient I couldn’t quite place it. They had this almond joy type of taste. But that couldn’t be the secret to the mystery. So I really needed to ask my sister since this was her first time preparing them for the whole family.


Big Sis. These turnip greens taste like soap, please tell me I’m wrong. Tell me this isn’t soap I taste.

Well, the greens were really dirty, I thought they could use a little soap. How else was I supposed to get the dirt out.

You shoulda asked Mamma.

I didn’t want to bother her since she was so tired anyway she already told me to add a little.

Taste like you added more than a little.

The moral of this story is soap and water works for most dirt. But if you find yourself in a sticky situation use the water of wisdom to get yourself out of a jam.

He made the church holy by the power of his word, and he made it pure by washing it with water. (Ephesians 5:26 Contemporary English Version)

Sorrows

Iam acquainted with sorrows

Of the kind that man inflicts.

But remember I bore yours.

And I know what man is.

I know how much of your cross you can bear.

I know true rest is here,

In the place that I take your burdens for a time.

Then when you have grown strong.

You can walk behind me with your cross alone.

No more than I give and no less.

Just the task that I set before you.

Not the one that was set before Me.

 
by Shundra L. Moore

Nor

I won’t leave

I don’t forsake

Nor is my name

For I am with Him who was and is before

Time began.

And He told me to tell you

His name is Jesus.

by Shundra L. Moore

The Surrendered Heart

If I could I would give my heart

If I could I would start to yield

To the only one good in this world.

Evil are the intents

Dark are the sayings

But you Jesus clean me white as snow.

And what could I give

Would you take what I have.

Break apart the stone and replace it with a heart of flesh.

One that beats to Your rhythmic Love that overcomes all,

And dances with the beats of my heart.

Dances on the seas of turmoil of this world

Dances amidst the broken earth that groans beneath our feet.

So that we may live with hearts a fire

That burn to yield to Your Surrendered heart.

by Shundra

Working on Some Hypertext Fiction.

Twisty Little Passages is a good read. Its about interactive fiction, but I plan to use it for hypertext fiction which is a little easier to write. I'll post back my progress.

BTW(by the Way)
I'm going to use a wiki for the hypertext fiction. Namely one I can port to my flash drive. http://tiddlywiki.org/wiki/Main_Page
tiddlywiki its in javascript
Looks like some good software.

Shundra.

Snowflakes of Summer

Snowflakes of Summer by Shundra L. Moore
is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License.


Keys that chime in the morning time

Starting a new day over again

Mercies new with the sunrise

And anger to fade with the upside down smile of the sunset.

Looking forward to court the days of summer

And shun the short winter nights.



If we could capture the essence

Of the rain soaked rays,

Bottle them up and throw them over our shoulders

These wishes of the sun.

What bit of luck would come our way.



Ra is long ago gone

But he tries to make an entrance.

Through men who seek a confined summer that can save him

From a cold winters night.



Children play until the dusk dark day

And long to find another hour to sit

In the mud pies and hula hoops

That still call out their names.



Crystals of winter all disappear

When the temperature decides to go up into a higher plane.

A captured memory of summer

Is as a snowflake

Unique as a thought that turns

With the wheel of a kind word,

And the prayers of a child.

40 Acres and a Mule

40 Acres and a Mule by Shundra L. Moore
is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at http://www.blogger.com/.


He’s night itself and morn all the same.

He’s all you’d ever want except

There is His fame.

Known all over the world He is.



Known for Love

And the answer of dreams

Of us all,

Why don’t you ask?

He would grant,

The dream of hearts,

Not of violence when desire is in His hand.



But there are times He says no

Because He has more in store than you know.

So hitch your wagon and mule up with Him,

He already knows.



But therein lies the catch twenty-two

Do you know what you desire?

I do.

Melinda and the Anniversary

 

Melinda and the Anniversary by Shundra L. Moore is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License. Based on a work at http://www.blogger.com/.

I was dog tired as I stumbled into work. The room was crowded with my co-workers. We were packed in like sardines today. It was the dreaded day of the office party for Cedric, he was leaving today. Not fired but just moved to another department. It was a slight step up but that was a secret, sort of. Everybody liked Cedric, but the parties in our office were usually just excuses to stop work for a few minutes. Nothing more nothing less.


I really don't have an appetite for food. I was hoping for good conversation with another adult about subjects other than the weather. The current events maybe, I don't know. Just something above my grade level.

Maple have you eaten yet?

Yeah, I have. You really need to try the meatballs. They really taste homemade.

What's wrong Susan? Why are you skipping lunch?

Oh it’s nothing I just don't want to be here anymore.

You going to quit? I don't think this job is that bad? Especially in this economy.

No not that here but another kind of here. You know the kind of here that labels my Spiritual walk and in Life in general.

Don't go Oprah on me.

What's wrong with going Oprah? Don't you want to talk about something or someone other than yourself? Me time is really so yesterday. Don't get me wrong I want my time alright, but I just don't feel like being the school teacher all the time. I would rather someone teach me a thing or two. Meaning with their lives. In conversation, and in the living of it.

Susan, you really need to stop the coffee and get some sleep. I'm going for a second helping of meatballs.

Maple came back with a super helping of those meatballs on her plate. Maple you’re not supposed to eat like big bird at a business party. You're at work you know.

Girl hush! I don't care about stuff like that. And yes I know why your moping around today I just noticed this morning's date. It’s the anniversary.

Maple I don’t want to talk about it right now. That’s a story for another day.

I needed this party to be more than a coffee break. I really needed this assembly line feeling that was beginning to trap me into one of my moods to pass. You know the kind of mood that makes one crave chocolate. Well anyway, changing the subject, the day was here and I had to face it as another day.

Susan you know it’s natural that you would want to find someone to love again.

Maple I said I didn’t want to talk about it.

You said you wanted conversation. So I take it I’m not the one you want conversation with. Is there someone in particular that you wanted to talk to?

That’s the problem all the good ones seem to be spoken for. And the one that got away from me was married to the Church. I really didn’t want to be the first lady of a Church. Too much responsibility, and all those people who are depending on you for their spiritual lives. And don’t mention that Daddy God really expects you to take care of them and not the other way round like I’m used to.

Susan you need to do a little growing up don’t you think. You’re pushing on the opposing side of forty. It’s time out for you to be thinking just of yourself. Anyway the more love you give away the more that comes back to you. Karma isn’t just for Buddha. Reaping what you sow works in the positive.

Are you finished preaching Maple?

Nope. I just got warmed up. You said you wanted to talk about someone other than yourself, so talk.

I need to make up my mind.

About what?

This dating thing really scares me. I wear my emotions on my sleeve for anyone to just come and pick up on. And there are times when I don’t guard my heart well. And getting hurt seems like it comes with this territory.

So what is there to do but go for it? You already know the risk.

Ever heard of I kissed dating goodbye. A minister I saw on TV talked about commitment first and then dating.

Girl that sounds like something that needs to stay right there on TV. That’s not something for everyone. Especially not you. You are really a people person in disguise.

What do you mean disguise? Are you saying I’m wearing a burka or something like a mask? That’s pushing it don’t you think.

You want honesty or not Susan? Just let me know. Well, you don’t have to answer that. I’m gonna be honest with you no matter what your answer to that question is. And don’t put our Islamic sisters down by saying they are hypocritical like you tend to be when you don’t want to face something.

Did I say that a burka was hypocritical?

If you read between the lines, that’s exactly what you said. Anyway the burka is obvious. Your inner burka is hidden most of the time. That falsity that you put up when you’re afraid. Or you regress into past victories instead of showing your true feelings.

Are you mad at me about something?

No Susan I’m not mad. I care that you face this so you can grow up and commit to a long term relationship and eventually get married.

I just missed a long term relationship because I didn’t want to be the Church Lady reincarnated, that’s almost all of it. And I’m sad about it.

Get over it.

It’s not that easy.

Why not.

Cause I don’t want to. It is easier to live in the past than the present right now. You know He was a good friend of mine who died on this day. But you don’t know the whole story. You know he had a heart attack while on the road to one of his father’s business meetings. But that’s not all of it.

Ok so tell me the rest of it Susan.

Maple, I don’t feel like I want that out in the air yet.

You don’t trust me do you? Yeah that must be it.

No, I don’t trust that I will be able to handle the test that will come because of the testimony.

You’re stronger than you know. Say goodbye to him and trust God. He’s in heaven anyway you can’t marry a ghost.

Well what other choice do I have? I can’t go on like this living with my past trophies. Even if I was Father God that gave them to me. I think I’ll become a Nun. Then I can literally marry the Holy Ghost.

You kidding right?

Sometimes. I want the best of both worlds. I want the family and the relationship to God.

So what’s stopping you now?

It’s just fear of the unknown, and a serious dislike of poverty.

God will meet you in the present. So just know you are not alone. There are a many a sister who had to let go and let God. Your dad taught you how to respect those on the other side of the chromosome world anyway. You’ve had more training on relationships than you have put into practice. So don’t deceive yourself. Do what you know to do. And leave the rest to God.

Dedicated to Friends gone on.

Set free of this life to live another.

Goodbye my friend to be.

If there were words to say, I would.

If we meet again in another season,

Maybe we could finish the conversation we started.