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The Challenge July 28 & 29

Analogy

Parents and their young child - the sky is bleak, the food is scarce, their home taken away…

In those days, Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his own town to register to ensure that everyone was paying taxes.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. (A journey of about 70 miles. The journey would have taken about three days .) He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child.

While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:1-7

“We are just like Joseph and Mary”, Keith turned to Kim who had the little boy in her lap. “Osho is born just two days ago; we should rejoice and be happy”.

“How can we?” replied Kim, looking worried.” We live in our car; we don’t have a house, practically no money. What should we do?”

“We drive to The Hague to The Mauritshuis, the local museum there. We watch The Young bull by Paulus Potter and hide in the painting. Excellent painting to set up camp. What do you think?”

Kim thought about this for a moment. “Okay, let’s do it.”

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28th July. Week 4. Prompt 4 - Parents and their young child - the sky is bleak, the food is scarce, their home taken away – Story

Word count: 261

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Without title

Oh, would
Light pink soiled squares
Shiver in use
Then it would be all right

When over the mountain tops it
Scorches of rain
Is it enough to hear
How thousand elephants
Wagtails
Crackers spit fire
It whiffles, storms with thunder
Lots of noise, making sound
Expectorate to nothing out of my ears
One hair standing tall
On my skin, I tremble
Soundless saturated

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29th July. Week 4. Prompt 3 - In poetry form describe inner peace - the quiet of the soul - the place where you find that moment – Poetry

Lines: 16