baby squirrel I drive on the wrong side of the road paths to kindness 12-20-2019
This is not a made up or exaggerated haiku. I was coming home from the store and a little baby squirrel was running up the side street next to my home, and he moved to the wrong edge of the road. It was a quiet day, so I just drove around him.
Separation
trying to find the passage back
wondering how we got off track
leaving things behind
new tools we must find
how to be kind
empty pack
This poem is a certain form, I just forget which one. Leave me a comment if you like it even without the background information.
Kindness has converted more sinners than zeal, eloquence or learning.
-Frederick William Faber
This is so true. I have learned this, on a deeper level, within the last 2 years or so.
Also, this is my 1,000 post! Yay!
I have so many more that I want to share. I am still enjoying this.
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 a comment on any of my posts. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story started out at 134 words and I shrunk it to 100 words.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Kind Baker
“Make sure to stand far enough back that no blood splatters on you.”
John had Billy opened the window. It was stuffy inside of the office.
“I’m not an idiot John, I’ve shot people before.”
“I want that bakery. It has a prime location.”
“The baker gets his flour on Tuesday nights. I will get it done then.”
The little boy tiptoed under the window. He headed uphill toward the Police Station. He knew who the Chief was because he always made him move his sleeping spot. He knew the baker because he always gave the street kid free bread.
Wherever there is a human being, there is a chance for a kindness. -Seneca
It has been a hard week for some people. Be as kind as you can today. You will have many chances to make someone’s day better. I just now realized that it is Friday, and I have not even had a chance to look at the Friday Fictioneers prompt, so I will probably not post a story this week either. I will try to have something for you on Monday. I hope you have a good weekend.
Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt from BlogHer is to “Tell us about one time that you benefitted from the kindness of strangers.” This poem is an example of that. I had a thought and I tried to put it into a poem. A lady that belonged to a Christian message board that I used to frequent, helped me smooth it out, her name was Belinda van Rensburg.
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?
I believe that honesty is always the best policy, but there are rare occasions that it is better to let a small lie slide by than to hurt someones feelings.
Have you ever encountered a moment like this?
Failing at Haiku 