CHAPTER SIX, The Cursed The first and only thing he could think was how very small the stones in the wall were. Just rocks. Pebbles. He could poke at them and send them toppling so easily. How long had it been since he had the ability to do that? Or since he had fingers to poke with?CHAPTER SIX, The Cursed20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Fingers... and hands… He stared at himself, sitting among the walls more fit for a toy set rather than ruins. A sand castle. No, a pebble castle. I have hands… Bare skin, paled and bluing under his nails—for they were nails now and not claws—from treading so long on the cold wet ground. Five wonderful fingers that he could curl into his palm into a fist and stretch out so much nicer than the crooked bones of his paws. Why do I have hands?
He looked down
Theme 63, Do Not Disturb: Simplicity of LoveIt is so simple.Theme 63, Do Not Disturb: Simplicity of Love8 hours ago in Free Verse
Love your neighbor as yourself.
But harder still:
love your enemies.
Why is that?
Why is it so hard,
hard to love those who persecute you?
Why is it so easy to love the hurting,
or to love your neighbors?
Why must we hurt each other?
Why must we be spiteful?
why is it that we can be so mean to an enemy,
but in the next breathe, exude sweetness to a friend?
I don't want to be this way.
I want to love my enemies,
love them the way Jesus did.
He saw hurting people no matter who he talked to.
Regardless if it was enemies or friends.
And that's just it.
People are people.
We should not label them.
We should be able to look at each and every person,
and see them.
Not as an enemy or as sinners,
but as people who are hurting.
It is so simple,
love people as yourself.
I want to love people.
For even when Jesus's enemies spit on him,
and mocked him,
Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.
If Jesus can forgive hi