Week three of 100 words a day

01/15 

The unknown is waiting for someone or something to enlighten it, so that it will know what or who it is. It is not completely ignorant. It has some vague idea of what or who it is. There are stories it hears about itself that are told and retold. As it listens, some resound and feel true. While others it knows are untrue. The longer it waits the more of an enigma it becomes. Perhaps, maybe it is not all bad to remain nameless. No, it is not bad at all. The enigma that it now is will become wonder.

01/16 

We all have secrets. It is a part of our lives. Some are the keepers of the secret while others the secrets are kept from. We are the players and the played. We are only as guilty as the secrets that we keep. And only as innocent as what we are kept from. Secrets are nothing more than sugar coated lies. Secrets and lies darken the soul until all that is good, all that could have been good are gone. When it is all over and the end has come all that is left are the secrets and the lies.

01/17 

In the house beyond the field there are answers waiting for the questions. In the house beyond the field it holds a memory of light. In the memory, it gives the power to ask. The first shot is free. As you approach the house beyond the field it feels dark, as though it should be something to fear. Perhaps you are right. For when you ask questions you are never fully prepared for the answers that wait. Keep in mind you only get as good as you give. In the house beyond the field there are questions waiting for answers.

01/18 

Seeing through the throwing stones, to the beautiful strangers. Can you see us as you throw your stones? Can you not relate to the pain we feel inside? Do you see the questions in our eyes? See us through your throwing stones to the beauty that is inside. We are more than what you see on the outside, a diamond in the rough. Can you hear His voice calling you to reach beyond your vision? Calling you to see the beautiful stranger through the throwing stones, you are casting our way. There is beauty in us waiting to be discovered.

01/19 

In the beginning A was for Apple. This was long before B had the Blues. B’s blues made C Crazy. Once D was Deranged and clung to E that hung on the Edge of F. F Fell from G that Grew in H that was Hope. I Interceded on their behalf. J shouted with Joy. In turn K found Kindness to give to L. L gave Love to M. M was no longer trapped in Misery. N no longer felt like Nobody cared. O was Optimistic that P would not be Pessimistic. Q was ready to call it Quits.

01/20 

After Q came R which was no longer Recondite to all. S found freedom in its Soul and is no longer Sanctimonious about T being a Terpsichorean. U saw that the dance was Utopian for all. V went from clothed as a Vagabond to the cloth of Vestment. W, whom many thought was M playing upside down, was no longer trapped in Woebegone. X played the xylophone and the dance went on. Y felt a deeper Yearning for something more. Z stood on the Zenith of knowing the truth, that in the beginning A was the Alpha and the Omega.

01/21 

We all have our stories of a thousand tears we have shed and the countless nights that we have wept until our eyes all but bled. We all hear the voices that whisper in our heads. The ones that scream in silence begging to be fed. We have covered ourselves with words that kill us nightly as we lay awake in bed. They are the words that have caused a blindness that consumes us as we struggle to see the light. These are the words that bind us one to another and keep us trapped and lost in the night.