Shine your light!

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Darkness exists as does evil, but only in the absence of light and good. We all carry a light within us that is the essence of our creator. 

There are many, even those closest to us that so need our light to shine into their life thereby igniting there own light. Your light can never be extinguished by darkness and may be exactly what someone else may need.

Let it shine for all the world to see!

#JustBelieve #SpeakLife #GraceWins

A Duck on a Hot Asphalt Lake

A Duck_Hot Asphalt LakeI see a duck on a hot asphalt lake

His story moves in the shimmering heat

As summertime visions dance in my head

Songlines hum up from the pavement at my feet

The poor little duck lifts his scorched webbed toes

He’s lost in a world he never thought he’d meet

Looking for a way out he sees only endless horizon

So tired he wishes to rest but dares not take a seat

The searing glow from the cement burns to the skin

Wondering why he ventured feeling the defeat

Something remembered comes and moves upon his back

Outstretched his wings extend and against the air begin to beat

Oh my, oh my, there is escape and into the sky he climbs

Thankful for wings in blessed flight he finds relief

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(I took the above picture a while back while walking during my lunch hour.  I came across this duck alone walking across a vacant parking lot.  Seemed strange and he seemed lost, so I quickly snapped a picture with my phone.  With the temperatures here in the Pacific Northwest being unseasonably hot for only mid July, everyone is thinking and talking about the heat.  The phrase ‘A Duck on a Hot Asphalt Lake’ came to me, a play on ‘A Cat on a Hot Tin Roof‘.  I found the picture on my phone edited using PicMonkey and then quickly wrote this little poem.  Tongue in cheek and whimsical, but we are all looking for some relief from the heat.  Hope you enjoy!  Have a good one!  Thanks, ~M)

Something Completely Different!

He quickly dried himself and tossed the towel aside. Wrapping the soft white bath robe around his waist he tied the belt around his waist making a knot in the front. He then exited the building into the warm afternoon sun. It seemed to be a normal spring day with the sun shining amongst billowy clouds floating across the canvas of a cerulean sky. He quickly spotted her standing a short distance away with her back to him. She was wearing a similar white bath robe and her long brown hair hung down over her shoulders. She appeared to be having a conversation with a man who he did not know seated in front of her in a lawn chair. The distance between her and the man appeared to be about two yards and he seemed to be listening intently.

He began to walk towards her and this stranger, covering the distance quickly as his instincts raised the hairs on the back of his neck. The area was the grounds of a campus of some sort with people milling about amidst numerous large brick buildings. As he drew closer in his approach to the two figures he heard her voice. She seemed to be replying in response to a question from the strange man. Others passed by ignoring them both.

Coming from behind she was unaware of his approach and his nearness allowed him to hear her say the word ‘cancer.’ At that moment her hands quickly untied the knot at her waist holding her bath robe closed. Grabbing both front seams she tore open the robe her arms outstretched to her sides.  Shocked, he quickly covered the last few yards to where she was standing. Without hesitating he placed himself squarely between her and this man sitting there with an almost deliriously evil grin on his face. He was able to block the man’s view of her with his body. As he had moved to intersect the sight line between the two he was even more surprised to catch sight of bare skin and the swell of a breast. The realization that she was completely naked beneath the bath robe and had exposed herself to this strange man sent his mind into a free fall.

Catching his breath he quickly grabbed the edges of her robe and pulled them together to cover her nakedness. She did not resist and others passing by seemed not to notice. He then grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her away from the stranger. They began walking away as he guided her with his arm around her shoulders. As they walked, his legs felt as if he had just ran a marathon and only kept moving on instinct. His mind was reeling, his heart beating loudly in his chest. Minutes pass as they walk in silence before he is able to speak.

“What are you doing?” he asks incredulously trying to hide the anger and dismay. Her response is short and clipped with very little emotion, “You do not understand.”

“I do not understand?” he questions her.

“No, you do not,” she states simply.

She pauses before calmly adding, “I am the one dying.”

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Dying 2014(This story came to me in a dream, I have written it down here verbatim from what I recalled the next morning upon waking.  I have tried to add no extra details and if I have it is unintentional.  The mind has dreams of its own, of which in the light of day the reasons behind the dreams are chased away with the rising of the sun. ~M)