1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back to Lisa-Jo and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on:::
Wide…
Your love is deep
Your love is high
Your love is long
Your love is wide
The shepherd was alone watching his sheep. The sun sunk below the hills and slowly twilight enveloped the land. Fluffy sheep grazed still, though many were beginning to lay down for the night. Soft bleating filled his ears as he scanned the valley for warning signs.
His eyes traced the forms of his flock, familiar to him after all this time. Something flickered in the back of his mind. Was one missing? He took a deep breath and began to count. Not with numbers, with names. He named each of the sheep as he recognized them in the dim light.
Flossy. Flossy was missing.
He looked around to be sure she was the only one and to be certain of his surroundings. This valley was safe for now. But Flossy might not be.
Deeper than my view of grace
Higher than this worldly place
Longer than this road I travel
Deeper than the gap You filled
He set out immediately, though darkness came sudden and quick. He backtracked over the trail they had followed earlier that afternoon, on a hunch that Flossy had returned that way. Sure enough, he could hear a frantic bleating from down the path. He reached the edge of a steep hill where the sound came from. Looking down, he could just make out the shape of a grey ewe.
She was panicked and her thrashing served only to entangle her more in the thorns that caught her at the base of the cliff. Slowly, steadily, he climbed down. He grabbed his knife and began cutting away at the thorny brambles, freeing Flossy from her cage.
Slinging her soft, yet heavy form around his neck, her legs dangling from his shoulders, he began his climb. He carried her back along the path until they rejoined the rest of the flock. He set her gently down and began the long process of removing the brambles from her wool. Exhausted from her adventure, she lay at his feet and slept.
Who can separate us
Who can separate us from Your love
Nothing can separate us
Nothing can separate us from Your love
About this post:
The words aligned right are not my own, they belong to Jami Smith who wrote the song “Your Love is Deep”. I borrowed them because I couldn’t get this song out of my head from the moment I saw this week’s Five Minute Friday prompt.
