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Greater Love - a drabble of 100 words

For years, the rebels had been looting, stealing, pillaging the King’s treasures with utter disregard for His power and might. The King was kind but just. Finally, He stood up from His throne, looked out over His kingdom.

“The judgment is passed,” He said. “All of you are guilty! Now stand forward to be punished!”

The Prince stood next to Him. “Father,” He said. “I shall take their punishment.” He looked over the kingdom. “I love you, Father.”

“I love you, Son.”

So the Prince left His home and ascended the gallows as the jeering rebels threw stones at Him.

I wonder who the first one was

I wonder who the first one was
To tell a story just for the sheer pleasure of telling it
Was it when they were sitting around the fire
Some stormy, snowy night?
Was he old?
Did his grandchildren clamber up on his knee
Begging “Tell us that story again”?
And he spoke
Not to share information
Or to bring a message
But just because the story brought joy to those who heard

I wonder who the first one was
To sing a song for the sheer pleasure of singing it
Was it when she was out gathering berries
Some bright, cheerful morning?
Was she young?
Did the song burst from her heart and lips
Joining the chorus of birds around her?
And she sang
Not to share information
Or to bring a message
But just because the song brought joy to her own heart

I wonder who the first ones were
I wonder if they know what they started

endings

I stand on the bridge, overlooking a great chasm
It is dark and deep but I stand firm
And there you are, Death
And here you come
A monster, brash and bold,
Grinning, leering, laughing in my face

You shall not pass
[death, be not proud]

I scream in your face
I shout and wave my arms at you
As the sweat drips down my face
And my arms grow fatigued

Some days, you turn, skulking
And go back to the shadow
[death be not proud]

Other days, you overpower me
Shoving me aside, you lunge to claim your prize
The person I sought to keep you from

But then again, you are not always a monster
There are those times
When I stand at the door
And the person in the bed behind me
Looks longingly for you
I hold his hand and welcome you in

Then the tears fill your eyes and mine
And I let go of his hand as you pick him up
And gently carry him out
[death be not proud]

Yet for all of this
For all this fighting and all this struggle
All these conversations that you and I have had
Death, one day you too shall die