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Musical Muse Monday (Post)

Lead me to the Cross

 (Artist: Francesca Battistelli)

The road was rocky and difficult to navigate. My eyes focused on the crowd around me – too many people.

I searched for him, but I couldn’t see him through the bodies shuffling next to me. I looked down and horror filled my chest – a red trail of hope followed him. I walked right through it as sorrow choked my resistance and I let his life seep from the ground into my bear feet.

I was there when they came in the garden. He was tucked away praying and we were supposed to be watching, but we fell asleep, so tired from the days before of fending off the crowds to give him room to breathe. He wanted us to let them through, but we knew better – he had the eyes of compassion, we were focused on the reality bearing down on us.

I heard him whisper that night, on his knees, face lifted to the sky, hands extended towards his father. He spoke of love and trust and belief in our God. His voice waivered only for a moment when he asked if this cup should pass him – let it be so. I snuck a glance at him in that moment for my heart overflowed with compassion. I understood then that I would take his place in his road to suffering if he would but let me, but he would not. He was the shepherd and I was only a sheep, but if I got lost, he would leave all that he loved to seek me out. Of that I was sure.

He knelt there and crimson drops rolled down his face. His back shook from emotion. I heard a faint whisper as he resounded quickly that if the cup could not be removed then let God have his will with him. He collapsed and his hands barely caught him. I moved to catch him without effort, but Peter grabbed me and pulled me back down, shaking his head at me. It was written that the Christ should suffer all these things and then rise into his glory. He was not mine to save. He was not created to be saved – but to save me.

I woke from my reverie as someone shoved me in the crowd. One of the rocks on the road cut into my foot. My emotions were too heavy to feel physical pain. I tried to focus ahead of me, to find him, but tears swam precariously at the edge of my ability to contain them.

I heard the guards screaming at him to move, pulling a poor man from the crowd to help carry that cross, but I shoved my way forward with all my might and made it to him. My heart disintegrated at the sight of him.

His body was torn, stripped, beaten… bloody. A dirty cloak was barely tied around his nakedness, leaving him exposed to everyone.

My God… how had this happened? I staggered, my knees threatening to give out.

He looked up at me and the message that always was spoken between us passed once again between our eyes. Let me take your place, Rabbi.

He looked at me and a small smile played on his flayed lips and he whispered through the wind without ever speaking, No. I die for you today – so that you might stand before my father at the end of your life and be worthy upon entrance into the heavens. I meet this end for it was written that I would take the sin of the world on me – and I do it in the name of love. I do it for you.

I suck in air greedily as I feel the presence of God surround me, suffocate me, hold me. I would’ve given all that I was in that moment to trade places with him, to remove fates design for him, but it would be selfish of me and he would never allow it. I would save him because I loved him with a passion that I’d never experienced before. He woke up emotions in me, in all of us, that we never knew existed or had been taught to bury deep within our essence.

His love for humanity and good was palatable. His desire for justice and truth noteworthy. His respect and awe of the one true God and his unwavering commitment to the father was breathtaking, knee weakening. He made me want to be a better man, called me to live a different life, one that was full of risk that fostered eternal rewards. He spoke of kindness and compassion, of forgiveness and love, things that were so rare in those days.

He was a Lion and a Lamb – he was tender and merciful to the prostitute that bowed before him seeking redemption, forgiveness as the crowd beat down on her, their eyes filled with condemnation, their hands weighed down by the rocks they held. He gave her compassion and taught the onlookers a lesson, for as they held onto their instruments of death under their cloaks of self-righteousness, he called them to throw a stone if they’d yet but sinned.

And I watched as their expressions changed from that of anger and hatred to self-evaluation – and understanding. For they were so quick to condemn her as they hid secrets in their own hearts that if known… would have them lying on the ground at Jesus’ feet and others waiting with baited breath to extinguish the life in them.

He was a fiery revolutionary and he spoke with unwavering conviction of the truth. He challenged the leaders and priest of that time and called the people to not give lip service to God Almighty, but love him, believe in him, have relationship with him – LIVE for him. It was uncomfortable at first to believe in the unseen, ahhhhh… but we didn’t have to for long, for our eyes were unveiled at the majesty of God the father sent to earth in human flesh.

That he would call me out to follow him is almost too much to think about. I would give my family, my freedom, my life, my soul to belong to him.

I came back to myself on that rocky road, turned away from my master and look to the guard who was waiting for the young man from the crowd to take the cross from Jesus – to help him carry it the remainder of the journey up the hill. The boy was terrified at the scene before him, but the guard was relentless – someone would have to carry it -Christ had no more human strength to complete the trip that would lead to my salvation.

Without hesitation, I reached out and grasped the bloody tree, “I’ll carry it; just lead me to the cross.”

L.

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Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

It’s been a while, but you know how it is… Life gets in the way of living and time flies while we’re seemingly catching up! I decided to have today’s Musical Muse Monday be one of my favorite Christian songs, “Lead me to the Cross” by  Francesca Battistelli. I sing this song every Easter in church and love it more and more every year.

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a comment, poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.

L.

Musical Muse Monday (Post)

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Say Yes

 (Song: Rude by Magic!)

This was it. I had to do something drastic and yet, I was scared to death. Sarah and I had dated for a few months and her father was the president of the bank I worked at, the man giving me the death stare every time Sarah and I were in the same vicinity.

There was no more playing around with the idea of making the relationship work. I needed out. The nagging and jealousy and oh hell, her laugh. It sounded like a gang of hyenas had taken up residence in her throat and I swear this chick had an Adam’s apple.

Time to get drastic. I asked her to marry me…

I knew her father would deny me without blinking an eye. He was a rude, uppity type of guy, traditional and all, but a complete jerk. No way he’d let me have his little girl for the rest of my life. She needed to be there when he denied me so I could have my out – forever.

I pressed my slacks, singing the latest song on the radio by Magic! as laughter bubbled up at the thought of my devious plan. In a few hours I’d be a free man again and the nightmare I’d stumbled into would be out of my life and hating her father for our destruction, not me.

I glanced in the mirror, straightening my tie and licking my teeth before walking confidently toward my beat-up old Honda. I needed to play this up pretty good, seem desperate and needy to Sarah’s pops. He needed to see me as a guy that couldn’t support his little girl, but looked at her and really him as a meal ticket of sorts.

“Brilliant,” I muttered as I slid into my driver seat and cranked up the radio, the window down and my hair a mess. All part of the devious plan.

I let the tires screech in front of his large white house, the parents of my pseudo beloved looking up from a small bench they inhabited. I moved out of the car, stifling a smile and walked with confidence toward them, Sarah’s mom waving kindly and slipping into the house. It wasn’t a few moments later that I stood before her dad, Sarah standing in the doorway behind him.

“Jimmy? What do you need, son?” He asked, the sound of his voice more pleasant than usual.

I cleared my throat and slipped my hands in my pockets. “I know you’re an old-fashion kind-of guy, so I wanted to do this the right way.” I paused only to wink at Sarah.

“Go on.” His shoulders stiffened and he grimaced as he looked back at his only child.

“Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, cause I need to know.” I paused, a smile rushing to my face at the denial coming my way.

He looked me over and took another quick glance toward Sarah. The look that came over his face was one of surprise, confusion and contemplation.

I felt my face flush with heat. Was he considering saying yes? No way… I started to talk as a smile touched his lips and he nodded. “Absolutely.”

I stood there as Sarah ran out and wrapped her arms around me, my heart beating so hard it hurt. Her father laughed softly, the knowing look as to what I’d done for him finding resonance within me. He was trapped until that moment and now… I’d given him an out.

He turned and walked toward the house, a song on his tongue, “I’m gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, no matter whatcha say…. Why you gotta be so rude?”

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Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

Oh how I love this song and honestly there is nothing better than trying to push yourself as a writer to write a narrative from the opposite sex’s point of view. That being said, our song selection for today’s Musical Muse Monday is Rude by Magic!

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a comment, poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.

L.

Musical Muse Monday (Post)

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Discerning the Dark

 (Song: Soundtrack Original to Halloween, the movie)

Fear is what makes us alive. It’s the one emotion that no one admits to desiring and yet when it arrives on your doorstep, its welcomed with a shudder and calloused relief. The belief that we want to live forever is a façade when truly we all yearn to peek into the black abyss of death. The unknown is only a matter of objective theory and when we journey deeper into its twisted path of promise, we feel emotions we’d never felt. Lust, love and sadness are fleeting… but fear, fear has the guarantee of addiction that ensures continuation deep into the darkness of the night.

I once believed that the world was a good place, that things that passed on to the next world didn’t linger, but my eyes were opened and the veil was torn with the death of my father. The icy cold whisper of death swept through my young life and exposed me to a world that threatens to destroy innocence and beckons me to a release of reality. I used to fear death, but now… knowing what I do. I welcome it.

What is your fear? Everyone holds them close to their bosom and some even try to turn and face them, to conquer if you will. But what if you’re afraid of that which is intangible and untouchable? Maybe running from that fear that holds me so tightly is my only choice, for I fear the unknown and it controls me. It reaches into my waking world and redirects my goals, my hopes – my future. It finds delight in slipping into my dreams and choking me, promising release if I will just succumb to its dark caress. I cannot win, though I know the demon I fight.

For today, perhaps I’ll just run and pray that it doesn’t catch up.

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Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

It’s almost Halloween, and I’m in a spooky mood already. Our song selection for today’s Musical Muse Monday is Halloween Original Theme Music. *shivers*

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a comment, poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.

L.

Time, my most beloved Nemesis

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There is simply not enough time in the day to accomplish all that I’d like to accomplish. People say that we make time for that which matters most to us, but to them I reply, “Hush.”

There must be a lot that matters to me, because time has always been and will always be my most beloved Nemesis. Some part of me wants to write a book and have the villain be Jonathan Sixoclock just to poke fun at that which I cannot conquer.

The day starts at 5:30 a.m. – which is so horrendously ridiculous (sounded like a lucky charms commercial). I drop off children who sleep as we ride or mess with my radio and introduce me to songs that make me grateful that my teenage years are over. Working all day long is a bit taxing, especially because I find myself running from meeting to meeting for nine hours, all the while thinking of my next novel, or a great character I could make out of the various people I interact with all day. It’s almost disturbing to be inside my head.

I pick up kiddos after work and run by to see my parents most days, namely because my mother is the best southern cook in the universe and my father is a bowl full of jokes. Getting home fourteen hours after I left, I try to talk myself into exercising, all the while thinking of how to properly write a query letter and which logo to choose for my bookkeeping company that I’m in the midst of starting.

I consider reading because honestly, what is better than reading? Really… nothing. After assisting with math homework and writing a to-do list for my handsome hubby, I usually sit down to start plugging away at my latest novel or editing something for future production. I find lately that twitter has become an addiction and it seemingly joins the side of time in stealing precious moments that could move me closer to my dream of writing all day and eating bon-bons all night. Or something along those lines. I fall into bed exhausting just before realizing that I need to set the clock – for 5:30 a.m.

Time,

Why do you run from me, make fun of me and poke at me with subtle reminders that you’re a fair-weather friend? Why do you creep by in the most uncomfortable and awkward of situations and race away in the most exhilarating? Why do you steal my youth and my memories and make me wish at times you’d do more of both?

It’s time that we break up, me and you. It’s me, not you.

L.

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Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

Where are my creative friends to join me? I’m going to have to go out and actively scout, am I? 🙂 I hope you’re at home still tucked into your bed and I hate you if you are!!! Love/hate type-a thing.

Our song selection for today’s Musical Muse Monday is honestly my favorite song right now… OneRepublic’s Counting Stars.

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a comment, poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.

L.

WIP: My next story – Vamps and Wolfs

Resounding

September 5, 1830
Greenwich, England
Council of Shadows

The sun had started to set behind the edge of the earth, the cool breeze of autumn throwing dandelion’s into the air as if decorating the moment perfectly for them. England had yet to see the true effects of winter, summer hanging on with consorted effort and pressing with sustained might to keep the air temperature most pleasant. That evening would began a three night council meeting where the shadow walkers would join together to discern issues common to them and try to work through various agreements and concordances with one another. It was assured to be filled with tension and bickering, but Seraphine had been in the center of the circle for a very long stay and cared not what was presented or in what manner, only that it was discussed and a decision was made.

Her mind was far from the cold circular room that the meeting would be in as everything was set perfectly and ready for nightfall to arrive. She stood in the shadows of a watch tower with the sun hidden behind her and the man she loved in her arms. It was forbidden and though she wished that she could find the strength to let him go, she could not and would rather give up her position and title than allow the council to step between the two of them. He smiled at her, the warmth of his welcome, the strength in his embrace could not leave her without returning the gesture. So many years she’d lived for vengeance and retribution and found love a weakness to exploit in others, but to never take it into her own bosom.

Things drastically changed more than a century ago when she was assigned to work along side the next Alpha male from the council to discern the propagation of the church and the success they’d held thus far in expansion. The task was most challenging and the two had to work closely together, their relationship at first quite hostile and unyielding. It wasn’t until she was in grave danger one night, surrounded by a large group of hunters that he risked himself to save her and through his bravery they both escaped. The resounding effects of his willingness to sacrifice himself took them to a place she never imagined and one that would have them tried my the council and killed. She looked into the warm chocolate colored gaze that continued to focus on nothing but her as her fingers ran along the soft skin on his shoulder, the muscles so beautiful and on display for her pleasure.

“What is it that takes you from me, Sera? You are not in this moment from me, my love.” He pulled her tighter, the nakedness of their bodies tugging at a hunger that lay in the core of her being. She let her eyes drift along his strong features, memorizing each one as if she could feel the plague of loss hanging tightly overhead.

“I am just concerned that we will not be able to keep confidences. Tonight the council will meet and after your coronation to Alpha you will hold the chair for your pack. To have us both holding a chair almost gives us a majority run of the group and I’d not want anyone to ever think that we worked together to gain some nefarious advantage. I live for my people and I die for them as well.” She bit at her lip, long chestnut hair danced around them as the wind chilled his skin and left her wanting to comfort him. Their afternoon of love making was never enough for her and she waited for these meetings to see him again. To meet up outside of England was too dangerous and so they lived lives that were split in two, both of them almost sick with not having the other by their side.

“No one will ever know, Sera. It is our secret to take to the grave. Come now… let us not waste our time worrying. Hush and let me enjoy you.” He smiled and she couldn’t help but smirk at him. His arms tightened and pulled her into a compressed embrace, a large hand sliding into her hair and beckoning her rest her had against his shoulder as he caressed her. She let all thought dissipate and closed her eyes, the smell of his skin divine and earthy, the strength of his body perfect and comforting. Her soft crimson lips brushed along his shoulder as he made a small sound of appreciation and the rest of the afternoon was lost to the desires one the other.

It wasn’t until later than evening that Seraphine discovered the small golden locket in the pocket of her black slacks, her fingers twirling around the cold metal for a moment before realizing that something was out of place. She pulled it up as she headed toward the council room, each species given a separate waiting room where they could meet and discuss their agenda items and strategize or vote for a common cause. She’d invited Walter, Petra and Lucius to join her. Petra would sit on the Winter Council as her second in command and after that each of them would take a turn. She wanted to see them in action before making a decision of that brevity because when she was done, they would take her place as head of the Vampiric Coven.

The light caught the locket as she moved, her long dark hair swaying behind her and no color to be found on her outside of her crimson lips and matching heels. Her silky black top wrapped tightly around her and she knew it was a bold move, but to tease her secret lover with her beauty would make the night go by so much faster. The small golden teardrop hung from a sort chain and inscribed on the back was “forever yours.” She slipped it on before moving into the cold confines of the Vampire Waiting Room, her eyes on the blood wine already prepared and her mind of a handsome wolf that had given her a reason to truly live again.

“Yes baby.. you are,” she whispered and growled softly.

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Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

Not sure who’s dumb idea it was to have 2 days of a 7 day week be the rest period and the 5 days be when we work. I’d kick him in the crotch this morning if I could find him. 🙂 I hope you’re at home still tucked into your bed.

Our song selection for today’s Musical Muse Monday is Say Something by A Great Big World featuring Christina A.

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.

L.