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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| Sitting 'neath the super moon, waiting for the change. Something comes, and that quite soon. Time to rearrange. Sitting 'neath the super moon, robot writes a lot, but not one AI can yet croon the poems I have got. Sitting 'neath the super moon, looking for control as famous here, that most would swoon, but I've not paid the toll. Sitting 'neath the super moon, waiting for the Lord. Rapture comes, and that quite soon. Time to read The Word. Sitting 'neath the super moon, sound of trumpet call. When he plays The Master's tune lifts His Bride as all. Sitting 'neath the super moon, how much time is left? Our joy at morning, night or noon, but others are bereft. Sitting 'neath the super moon when will Jesus come. Saving Grace on wood, rough-hewn, His Merits are the sum. Sitting 'neath the super moon, meteors fly past, building up some earthly dune, shows of nighttime cast. Sitting 'neath the super moon, One Creator shows Elect are those He doth festoon. The Church of Christ, He grows. Sitting 'neath the super moon, waiting for the change. Something comes, and that quite soon. God doth prearrange. -------------------------------------------------------- Prompt for this week: Write a short sci-fi story under 500 words or a poem under 40 lines using the following words: Moon <<< Robot << Control < Famous < Lines of Poetry: 40 --------------------------------------------------------- by Jay O’Toole on August 23rd, 2024     |
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