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Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Mag 142

1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the photo to use for your post. 
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Today's the day to put on your creative pants and create to share.
Charis, Lake Ediza, California, 1937 by Edward Weston

Charis meaning grace and kindness was not quite what I had pictured.  I knew His grace would set you free but somehow I imagined a different form.

The battle was full blown
When  Grace showed up
Armed with swords,
Knives and such.

The field was strewn
With giants and men
We remembered the beginning
But knew not the end.

There was monsters galore
Surrounding the field
The ones from lore
Were truly real.

With face set grimly
And legs wide spread
Grace took a stance
Filling enemies with dread.

Grace battled on
Now flanked by support
The monsters kept coming
They thought it was sport.

The circle kept tightening
Grace we did embrace
She was leading the battle
Against the horrors we faced.

After time unmeasured
And the dust cleared
The enemy lay around us
Grace showing no fear.

The few despots still standing
Left the battle field at a run
This day's battle was over
With our acceptance Grace had won.

Who knows the battles ahead
They can reach far and wide
But we will always be the victor
If Grace is by our side.

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