Stolen Measures
Heaven's Song
The father’s song is a whisper of promise. It’s a tenor that emulates the strength of a lion with the beauty of a bird's morning chirp. It shakes like leaves rustling in the breeze. A caress. It’s calm like the sea. It's blinding. It burns. It pulls you to unfathomable depths. It makes even unmovable rocks cry out.
It is said to be the first song, the lullaby he sang while he created. Love laced each tone. His patience filled each rest. His peace blessed every phrase. It’s the sound of your mother and father’s calming breaths speaking waves of calm into your spirit, a touch only they possess.
Consider that feeling never being yours, those kisses never warming your heart. Imagine the chaos.
But know, held beneath the two-mile city, there is such a melody masterfully made for you. It can soothe any raging tempest. And there’s a chance to witness it. Our father’s joy can be set free. I’ll do it. I’ll take Heaven’s song from the state that claims to see us, carry it to the highest mountain and I'll sing. The wind will sing it to you. And in a flood, tears will fall like rain.
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The Attic
Still on another night that started out on a really weird note for there was some sort of music playing from somewhere. The boy looked around downstairs and all around the outside of the house and nothing out of the ordinary was found, but he was still hearing music. He went back inside and noticed that the door to attic was slightly ajar and for some reason a light was flickering. He knew that there was no light up there from previous visits that he had made on other days and nights. He wavered about going up those steps, but curiosity got the better of him. He slowly ascended those steps for the music seemed to be getting louder. He reached the top and the light went out. He froze for just a minute, then he spoke up "What's up with the music?" It was nice in a weird way and entrancing. No answer was given. He wandered further into the attic and he spotted the rocking chair rocking back and forth and he approached slowly and simply said "I want to be your friend but I am afraid." "I would like to help you if I can to get you to the other side if you want to go." The rocking stopped and the light came back on and the music started again. The boy seemed not to be so jittery. He looked around and saw a box and he went over to it and picked it up. Nothing happened, but he did ask a question "Do you want me to take this box?" The music told the story for it was the boy's favorite song so he took that has a "Yes." He took the box and headed back down the stairs. He went to the table and sat it down not sure about opening it.
By Mark Grahamabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
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wow, such beauty in every word. No wonder this was a winner. There is a melodic quality to this.
Outstanding!
OMG Beautiful........ ❤️
Excellent work
Great story and well done for your win
This is a stunning piece of writing. The kind that sticks to your bones on a cold winters day and yet warms you from the inside out. Very well deserved win. Celebrate big 🎉
Beautiful.
This is intensely beautiful, Jennifer. Sing it! Hallelujah! You masterfully weave the power of His love with the harmony of His creation. Thank you for sharing this powerful, poetic piece!