Summer dreams (A poem)

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In the bliss of winter’s frozen kiss
as Ice is formed, abrasive and painful
an Angel with wings unfurled
left her mark in the mounds of silky snow.

I do not know what transpired there
as some walk by and some don’t care
But I’m almost sure I glimpsed heaven’s door
looking out from my frosted window.

With rooftops coated white and wisps of smoke
dancing or escaping elegantly into the crisp atmosphere
I remain here, tightly bundled, blanketed train behind me
perfectly content to let the days of winter kiss another
but not my cheek, nor these feeble hands
I am a child of summer weighted down by this
absence of her soft warming embrace.

And for now…I bide my time.

Creative Arts Competition – Last Reminder

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Here’s just another reminder about a fun competition that I would like to begin here on my blog. This is our first annual (with more to come I hope) creative arts competition.

Criteria is listed below:

Hey fellow writers and avid readers! I would like to announce a writing competition that I would like to conduct right here on this blog site: http://www.scottstrissel.wordpress.com
I am looking for your entry submissions for the following categories:

Photographs:
Submissions to this category MUST be your own work and not cut and pasted from someone else! These photographs should represent elements of “Thanksgiving” not just the holiday but the emotion, family, Christ, Salvation, our spiritual journey. Please limit your photo entries to five photos.

Poetry
Submissions to this category MUST be your own work and not cut and pasted from someone else!
Again the topic is Thanksgiving and as mentioned above should include some of these thematic elements. Please utilize a total of 750 words, less is fine , but no more that 750 words.

Prose (Story form or article format):
Submissions to this category MUST be your own work and not cut and pasted from someone else!
Again the topic is Thanksgiving and as mentioned above should include some of these thematic elements. Please utilize a total of 800 words, less is fine but more will be rejected.

Winners:
Of each category will be announced on November 29th (the day after U.S. Thanksgiving, AKA Black Friday)
The winners will be post here on this blog site and will receive a bag of Starbucks Coffee (hey I wish I had cash prizes to give you but I’m a broke Pastor with four kids to feed).
I will accept international submissions and if chosen I will post your submission here, but I WILL NOT be able to mail you coffee (sorry).

DUE DATE OF SUBMISSIONS:
November 23rd, 2013 by NOON CST (US central standard time)

HOW TO SUBMIT YOUR ENTRY:
Please submit your entry to: scottstrissel@yahoo.com
Please, also label it on your e-mail “Thanksgiving Writing Competition”

A Week in Review:

This isn’t so much a pondering as much as it is a recollection of my week:

Monday was a surprise in that we had to call 911, have our 4 year old son checked over because of an episode that we thought was a seizure…a couple late night hours spent in the ER waiting and more waiting.  Sent home to ‘monitor’ him which roughly translates to NO SLEEP!  But we’re thankful he is fine (no further episodes, thankfully because the first scared the living day lights out of us!)

Tuesday was essentially a wash because of our late night drama…everyone was tired, kids called in absent at school and we just spent time with each other.  It’s interesting what a life/death moment like we share together would bring us closer.  So we did, we talked, we laughed and we perhaps cherished our time together a little more on our ‘do nothing but emotionally recover Tuesday’!

The rest of the week seemed to zip by, with church programs, visits, office work and continual conversations both work and otherwise.  I think today I might try to learn how to play this:  Image

I hope your week went well, if not then hey it’s the weekend so enjoy!

-Blessings on you!

Not today…its my shipwreck!

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Candidly

the candles burned down low

time seemed to flow

far too fast.

Awesomely

I crashed and burned

the tables turned

and the dreams changed

into nightmares…

without a care

the walls caved in

exposing my sin

and I was left

with nothing.

How can these

heartaches

mend again?

How can shattered

pieces

be glued back

together?

The cracks will still

show

when the light

is right

but candidly

these candles burn

too low.

Painfully

the seas all

capsize my memories

my logic flees

and all that’s

left is

second hand sympathies.

Why can you see

when blindness

takes the heart of me

when the pain

is more to me

than just a heartache?

Is there freedom

inside?

Some place to

hide?

I’m waiting for

these storms to

subside

maybe

maybe

one day…

but not today…it’s my shipwreck!

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