Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles and for cultivating a playful approach to the writing work that can sometimes be taken oh-so-seriously.
the silence steers me
up the spiral staircase of memory
and I’ve sometimes been tempted to strike
a match to the wood, let it all twist skyward in smoke.
my day would fill my hands much better, I believe,
if I understood less where the scars came from.
then that voice cuts through the quiet,
the original version of stillness,
and puffs out my cremating bit of kindling—
much better to burn the bad memories
than arsonize the whole attic
You can find the link up for today’s prompt here.
Hearing The Voice of the Shepherd is a learned process, I think. It has been for me. What I used to believe was his voice was simply a pre-programmed sense of guilt and shame, marketed to me as the Holy Spirit.
Here’s one thing I know: the Shepherd’s voice is the definition of stillness, and a lot of times, I have to slow down in order to hear it. On the inside.
I’ve developed a resource that could be a simple starting place.
7 suggestions, each requiring 5 minutes or less, “quiet time” not included. Sign up to receive it: