FF Story | Thursday

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. I know that I haven’t posted much this week. I probably won’t post much this month, I have a lot going on. I will make sure to post a new haiku every Monday though.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


The birds gathered to watch. They were our only support and they were as quiet as the vases of flowers that lined the window sill. I should have felt thankful for the flowers. They made Momma happy in her last month of life.

Momma told me over and over that sitting amongst flowers was a preview of heaven.  “Why would God create so many plants for earth and have none in heaven?” she would often argue.

As I carried the last box of her belongings to the car, I looked skyward and whispered, “Pick a bouquet for me, Momma.”


How Beautiful Beyond Compare

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

If God hath made this world so fair
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found.
-James Montgomery

As Fall colors surround you, take a moment to think on this quote.


Shall I doubt my Father’s mercy?

Shall I doubt my Father’s mercy?
Shall I think of death as doom,
Or the stepping o’er the threshold
To a bigger, brighter room?
-Robert Freeman

Today’s quote is from a poet. Click here to read the full poem.

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Strength Training

Thomas Hart Benton painting,back of a man,

Close up of Thomas Hart Benton painting.


People often surmise
there will be no work
in heaven
I think they’re in
for a surprise
this earthwork
is strength training

I wrote this for an #ntitle prompt on Twitter. I believe the prompt was earthwork and this is where I went with it.

So give me back to Death


So give me back to Death –

The Death I never feared

Except that it deprived of thee –

And now, by Life deprived,

In my own Grave I breathe

And estimate its size –

Its size is all that Hell can guess –

And all that Heaven was –



white roses, white rose bud, rose buds, rose's bud



A quote about being Moses.

In the world to come, I shall not be asked, “Why were you not Moses?” I shall be asked, “Why were you not Zusya?” -Rabbi Zusya


Be the best you that you can be. That is all anyone should ask of you.

In thy long Paradise


In thy long Paradise of Light

No moment will there be

When I shall long for Earthly Play

And mortal Company –

Sometimes I just can’t wait to get to heaven, because I know it will be so great.

A warning about being kind.

If we are to be treated, in the world to come, the way we’ve treated people here – what kind of reception will you receive?



These Strangers, in a foreign World,
Protection asked of me –
Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven
Be found a Refugee –

Something I’m Certain Of

Emily Dickinson wondered about things in her poetry, but there were a few things she was certain of. What are you certain of?



I never saw a Moor –

I never saw the Sea –

Yet I know how the Heather looks

And what a Billow be.


I never spoke with God

Nor visited in Heaven –

Yet certain am I of the spot

As if the Checks were given –

Oftener through Realm of Briar

This week’s poem from Emily Dickinson is another short one. Remember I am posting my favorites and not her complete collection. See this post for why.




Far from Love the Heavenly Father

Leads the Chosen Child,

Oftener through Realm of Briar

Than the Meadow mild.


Oftener by the Claw of Dragon

Than the Hand of Friend

Guides the Little One predestined

To the Native Land.

Trust Omnipotence

Emily writes about talking with Jesus in today’s poem.



‘Unto Me?” I do not know you –

Where may be your House?


“I am Jesus – Late of Judea –

Now – of Paradise” –


Wagons – have you – to convey me?

This is far from Thence –


“Arms of Mine – sufficient Phaeton –

Trust Omnipotence” –


I am spotted – “I am Pardon” –

I am small – “The Least

Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest –

Occupy my House” –

Further than Riddle ride

A poem in which Emily explores death. She wrote several poems like this. Her thoughts on death are very interesting and beautiful.



Under the Light, yet under,

Under the Grass and the Dirt

Under the Beetle’s Cellar

Under the Clover’s Root,


Further than Arm could stretch

Were it Giant long,

Further than Sunshine could

Were the Day Year long,


Over the Light, yet over,

Over the Arc of the Bird –

Over the Comet’s Chimney –

Over the Cubit’s Head,


Further than Guess can gallop

Further than Riddle ride –

Oh for a Disc to the Distance

Between Ourselves and the Dead!