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July 27, 2007

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Today’s Stories

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 OLD AGE

Charlotte Hilliard

     Old age comes creeping toward me like a cat stalking a bird. Suddenly it springs and I am caught in its clutches unable to do anything but wonder how it happened.

     Last month I was a child scampering and frolicking, as free as a fawn in the spring; safe, or so I though, in my family’s arms.

     In mid pivot, I changed to a teenager cavorting with the thought of love; wondering what my future held, running toward it like a speeding bullet, yearning for the years to pass.  Who would be my husband? How many children would I call mine? What career to choose to gratify my creative needs?

     A week ago, I met my love, had my children, worked, and did all the things a young mother does; doing it all, at least trying to. Still, time in the future to do the things on hold; forward looking for the decade of being in my forties when the children were grown and on their own.

     A day ago, forty sped by like an f-17 stealth fighter. I grabbed for it, but was left spinning in a whirlwind, wondering how I missed my hold. All the things planned to do after forty were caught up in day-to-day living and were left undone.

     A minute ago, I had parents and grandparents. Now they are gone and I have become THEM. I look in the mirror and see a sagging body, graying and thinning hair, and spotted hands. Surely this is not I. These old hands that I examine each day cannot be mine.   

      I do not want to be one of the old, I lament. I feel the need to scream, Lord, WHY? What happened to my life? It was here.  I blinked and it hid from me. Will I awake from this dream Lord, and find I have fallen asleep as I lusted after the future.

     I know that is not so. I am caught like a fly in a spider web. I thrust, I twist, and I turn. The more I labor, the more entangled I become.

     The hoary arms of time, the enemy catches all of us.

     We determine to enjoy every moment left to us, but in our subconscious a clock is ticking louder, LOUDER, LOUDER.

Charlotte Hilliard

colmaybe@wb4me.com

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Poor Little Dog

Bill Walker

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I feel sorry for this poor little dog. He sure didn't know what he is getting into. The little guy is going to leave his mama, and get a new home.  He got sold into a life of slavery to some people.  One almost has to laugh at the bargain price that was paid for it.

It is to become the preacher’s dog, poor fellow; that is the dog. He is going to get the preaching, and “no you’re a dog, so there is no afterlife for you.  All the preaching isn't going to get you to Heaven.”

Well better get back to the bargain basement price.  A man that lives on the street back of preacher has some pups; Boston Bulls.  Preacher don't have a dog anymore, his Pom, got tired of the preaching while back, and up and died. That would be poor Prince.  Tink and Poo knew of him, I guess they welcomed him to Rainbow Bridge.  I never heard from them one way or other on the matter.  Maybe they thought it best not to say. Let preach get a surprise when he gets called home, to find out Prince is there waiting.

Anyways here preach finds out about the pups, he said something to the man about how he might like a new pup to preach too.  The man said price was 250 bucks. Preach told him there was no way he would pay 250 dollars for any dog, a dog isn't worth it. Well the man at last told him 50 dollars; must be down to the runt of the family.  There was another add on to the price.  Preach seems to have quite a wood pile, he has a burner for wood to help heat the house in winter.  This man has the same kind of deal, so he asked if he could have some of the wood.  Now I have seen this long row of wood, it is enough to keep a fire going for a long long time.  A deal was made.

I know when preach went somewhere for a couple or three days. Tink and Poo had Prince to put up with.  I think he asked if they got preached at?  I notice both of them kind of stayed clear of him.  Maybe he tried his luck at being a preacher.

Well poor little dog, I know he is going to get saved, dunked in the tank, and spend his life as a preacher’s dog.

Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write

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Poetry Corner

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Night Travels

Tannia Ortis-Lopes

I dream of places

I have never seen.

I dream of places

from old times.

I walk through streets

already gone.

In the land of the dreams,

I discover old things.

I dream of houses

already gone.

I dream of people

dead long ago.

And in my dreams

I continue to explore

a world of mysterious ways

and darkness.

But within this darkness

there is a light

brightening the path

for me to walk.

This shining light

goes ahead of me

and takes me places

unknown to me.

Are you laying a route

for me to walk, Lord?

Are you showing me a world

already gone?

As I walk in my dreams

in the land of the unknown,

I discover new worlds

or are they truly old and forgotten?

I don’t know the answers

to my dreamy walks,

but I enjoy the scenery

and want to see more!

Guide me through the lines of times, Lord.

Guide me so I walk secure.

Strengthen me as I go

to the land you are leading me in my dreams.

Copyrighted – April 30, 2007 – Tannia E. Ortiz-Lopes

tanniaortizlopes@yahoo.com

Tannia E. Ortiz-Lop?s is a writer by profession, a mother by choice, and a wife by the covenant of marriage.  She was born in Guayama, Puerto Rico and currently lives in Germany with her husband and two sons. On 2004, she published her first free-style inspirational poetry book, The Window to my soul, My Walk with Jesus (Tate Publishing) under the pen name of Mary Magdalene. In March 2006, the book was voted “Best Poetry Book” by www.christianstoryteller.com The book could be purchase directly from the publisher at www.tatepublishing.com and at all major online stores.

Visit the author at: www.myspace.com/tanniaortizlopes, and http://timewithtannia.tripod.com/

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Thanks everyone, my son Jonathan is very excited to have had his story published.

Paul Gifford

Carol,
     Thanks as always for sharing my simple words with the Storytime family.  It is always an
honor to be a part of this group.  Wishing you every joy, Joe

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