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Bike Blues was a writing asignment i had last year and i never finished it so i think im gonna try lol. i wanted to explain because it sounds so random. i might finish it eventually, or i might just leave it....who knows? well anyway peacin out.

The Mage

Bike Blues

The wind howled as it swirled around in circles. Bitter and harsh it whipped up the snow and tossed it into the air. The small creature scampered across the yard and scurried up the tall birch tree. He ruffled his bushy tail and began grooming himself, removing all traces of the winter flurry outside. As his heart rate slowed he spit out his precious cargo into his favorite hiding spot. Cautiously he peeked out of his home in the tree. The wind still furiously tore apart anything in its path. The sound of the creaking picket fence was muffled by the roaring lion. There against the fence was a strange object. It stuck out like a sore thumb; a blue bike against a white blanket of snow, or at least what was left of the paint was blue. The malevolent rust ate away at the simple machine like a lurid disease creeping along its frame. It just stood there dejectedly leaning against the wooden barrier. The squirrel felt sorry for the bike. The hateful little boy who left it out in the callous Minnesota blizzards of winter was now huddled comfortably around a warm fire. The fuzzy little animal was helpless to help the bike. He so longed to bring it in to his cozy home in the tree, but this feat was out of the question. The squirrel dolefully turned away.

Unnamed

I stand alone in the tall prairie grass. In the distance I see a bolt of lightning split the sky softly illuminating the outlying trees. It is too far away for me to hear the thunder but I can see it clearly as well as the full moon shining down from above like a beaming grandparent upon a small child. Oh, God how your splendor overwhelms me, calling glistening tears to fall and forcing me to my knees. I dig my fingers into the soft earthy ground as I breathe in deeply. I marvel at the gorgeous, nightly panorama laid out before me by the Father. He knows me deeper than any other and exactly how to awe me. His presence captivates me and commands my attention. I feel his love radiating all around and softly speaking my name. Oh, the beauty of the sound of the whispering breeze as it caresses my cheek, and playfully tugs at my hair. A deep welling within stirs my heart with love for my Lord. I know I am unworthy to be in his company and yet I also know that he sees me as his perfect child through the blood of his Son. I once more breathe in deeply while I watch the stars twinkle above me. Too many to count, yet He knows them each by name. How small I feel, but oh, so loved and cherished by the King. The King who knows when the tiniest sparrow falls and clothes each and every budding flower. How wonderful is my God, and how gracious His mercy. Now, as I stand to my feet the tears spill unheeded as His power washes over me. I feel His loving embrace and the moon shines more brightly than I have ever seen. Is this what Heaven will be like? I picture myself kneeling at His throne. Oh, to fall at my master’s feet and worship Him for all eternity. While on earth, I must rely on Him to get me through. It irks me to think of facing this world alone and I thank God everyday that I will never have to be without him. The rain begins to fall. A soft pitter-patter taps the earth, each drop a testament to life. I stand in the rain for several glorious moments and then reluctantly return to my home and climb into bed. My prayers are fervent and I know in my heart that they are heard and answered. My last thoughts before drifting off are of my magnificent Savior and his redeeming love.