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A Soft Knocking (part 2)

The driver stared forward. The horse looked with wild eyes over its shoulder and snorted steam from wide nostrils. The cob was white, perhaps gray; looking an ugly shade of faded yellow in the damp, dull light of the morning, and it had a spotting of black on its rump. It seemed too small to be pulling the carriage in its tow…. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Soft Knocking

 It was morning, and as I wrote at my desk I could feel to my very bones the dampness that had been soaking the world outside my window throughout the night. The lamp hanging above my worn desk burned steadily and cast a warm glow upon my work. Its light seemed to reach no further than where I sat and did nothing to ease the chill that hung in the room around me. I heard a faint ringing sound in the distance, from down the muddy road that led to town. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Soft Knocking

I’m going to try my hand at the three Ts today. Fridays are always slow on the ‘net, so thought I’d try to maximize my returns. The three Ts? Why; Teasing, Tempting and Tantalizing! What were YOU thinking?? Read the rest of this entry »

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Another Night’s Dream

This poem speaks of love lost, and the lonely, tormented mind it can leave in it’s wake…

Another Night’s Dream

 Unfamiliar places….

Another night’s dream

Fluttering moth in dusty light

Soft, warm kisses…. Lips unseen

Narrow road leads into dark night

Shadows bend and lean across

Mailbox, tree and night bird

Traveler wandering, soul is lost

Candle flickers in open window

Curtain shies from prying wind

Footsteps running, unwanted touch

Pray for morning, darkness end

Smell of incense, haunted laughter

Love’s soft fabric gently torn

Pages flutter, place is lost

Words unspoken, end is born

Drifting, drifting…. Alone we cry

Silence fills the night

Sea of teardrops, vessel empty

Foolish pride has won the fight

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

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Bits and Pieces…. the extraordinary life of an ordinary man

The following is the rough draft of what will be the introduction to my story. I’ve come to the realization that I write for me, and so I’ve decided my last work should be about me. I may post bits of it as I go along; maybe not. For I’ve realized another thing in recent days, and that is people are far too busy to read. Don’t get me wrong; I understand, and I appreciate those who take time from their busy days to read some of the too, many things I throw at the world in general.

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A Thousand Angels Crying

If you’ve ever suffered through a broken relationship, this little poem will tug at your heart strings. It is truly a sad thing to have to go through and I believe the angels do cry when they look down upon it. Read the rest of this entry »

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She Sat Alone

So, you’re not in the mood for laughter today? Then pull up a chair, set a box of tissues on the table, and get ready to have your heart strangled and torn into tiny pieces, as you read this poem based on my short story, “A Box of Moonpies”. Read the rest of this entry »

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Daily Encouragement

March 24

            For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. Psalm 91:11

            The concept of angels is awesome to me. To think God has invisible spirits surrounding me and watching over me is hard to comprehend. It does, however, provide another explanation for His omnipotence. It seems to be a way He can be everywhere at once.

            I wrote a poem in 1998 called, “Pennies From Heaven.” I wrote a short story by the same name, and both tell the story of how when we find a penny, it has been placed there by an angel to let us know they are thinking of us. I wrote the poem to honor my departed grandfather. It assumes when we depart this earth and these mortal bodies, we go to heaven where we become angels, and are thus able to look down upon and watch after our loved ones who are still on earth. I don’t have any idea if this is how it actually works, but I like the idea.

            Whether they are departed loved ones or not, God commands angels to watch over us, and it seems to me if we have faith in Him and believe He can do all things, this is no less true than anything else He has promised us.

            I look around the room I am in now, and I imagine angels there. All is quiet now; the morning is peaceful; their job is an easy one. But…. I imagine they are watching intently, warding off any and all things that might cause me harm. I suppose they can even shoo away bad thoughts that try to weasel into my mind as I write this encouragement to you. I like it—the thought of angels guarding me.

            God is so awesome!

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Pennies From Heaven – the story

The poem “Pennies From Heaven” gets all the attention, and few know there was a story that preceded it. Here’s the story:

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