Blackout Prayer
Bare trees. Sunlight fading. Snow falling.
Bare trees. Sunlight fading. Snow falling.
The power’s been out for hours now. The slain sounds of the modern world arise like ghosts, manifesting in the empty space they’ve left behind.
I’m haunted in the still silence by myriad gifts that are almost invisible in their ever-presence. My family’s love. My body’s health. My clear mind. The countless comforts of our First World prosperity.
What a waste . . . what a shame . . . to only appreciate the bounty of life in needful retrospect.
May we be fully present within our lives. May we savor the grace of each moment in conscious awareness.
Written after last Sunday's 12" snowstorm and 8 hour power failure.
Entry in this week's 100 Word Stories Challenge. Prompts: "Falling" and "Normal."
Entry in this week's 100 Word Stories Challenge. Prompts: "Falling" and "Normal."
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