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.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
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
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
