A Tearful of Miracle

Parameters:
story must be exactly 300 words
must begin with the word: ‘Rudyard’
and include somewhere in body: ‘poetics’ & ‘Wilde’

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“Rudyard ?! “

“Honey, I love you beyond words and back. You’re a brilliant, clever, wondrous man. The love of my life infinity.”

“But … ‘Rudyard ?!’ “Really?” “Why not just name this glorious, growing seed, this son-of-ours-in-the-making ‘that geeky kid named after a long-deceased English poet?”

“Better yet – why stop there? In for a line, in for a stanza … How about this: ‘Rudyard Wilde Lennon?’ This way we cover not one – not two – but a full three of the men you admire most?

“Pretty funny there, love. But … may I?” asks hubby. “I mean, after all – I did have a little something to do with the onset of the subject of this conversation. Yes?”

“Indeed you did. My toes have yet to fully uncurl. Please, go on.”

“Just one of the many reasons I so love you, babe.” As he nestled his head on his wife’s tummy. “It’s not about the name, per se. It’s more what’s behind the name. Not simply the poetry. But the poetics. The je ne sais quoi which we can only hope & pray & dream will envelop in its mystery this half-you half-me miracle. Showering charm & beauty & love & humility on his every step every thought every heartbeat.”

Feeling the slightest movement against his face as he trailed off. Sobbing softly to himself, Rudyard’s entire life-to-be playing out behind daddy’s closed eyes. Feeling tears on his face. And falling gently on the top of his head as he releases his embrace on the two loves of his life. Grasping his wife’s hands. Rising up. Her quivering smile framed in tears.

Whispering … “God could not be everywhere, therefore He created Mothers.”

As he kissed her tears away one word one stanza one poem at a time …
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A Celebrity Wizard

Parameters: Begin story with the word “Everybody.” Include in body: ‘must’ & ‘celebrity.’ Story must be exactly 300  words. IT GOES LIKE THIS :

“Everybody is out to get me,” bemoaned Happiness in a somewhat unfitting twist to its usual goodhearted nature.

Bribes. Threats. Empty promises. Cajoling. Manipulating. Blackmailing. The ways people have devised to win me over are as infinite and meaningless as are a death row inmates pleas for clemency.

Good Looks has applied what equates to a swimming pool full of potions and lotions over the years. To stay young. To stay pretty. To stay in My favor.

Despite the age-old saying, Money built me a mansion. Parked a fancy custom gull winged sports car in the drive.

And Health? .. get this .. Health did .. seriously .. 1,000 push ups ‘In my honor,’ as he told me.

Oh, really? ‘In my honor?’ Not in an effort to win me over? For me to come visit & hopefully stay a while? Call me jaded, if you must. But somehow that just doesn’t ring true. For I am Happiness – that most coveted, amorphous and elusive of all states of beings. People don’t just ‘do things in My honor’ without expecting something in return.

Entire doctrines have been created to help the less-than-Me train their brains to cultivate my essence. Zen. Yoga. Meditation. And the new kid on the block: Mindfulness. They all have their upsides. And contain some positive messages. But as ‘THEE ANSWER’ to achieving the state of bliss for which I seem to be universally known?

They’re close. Real close. But it’s much more simple than that.

Are you listening? Now, I’m only going to say this once. So pay attention.

You already have everything you need to be ME:

All You Need Do Is To Be True To Your Own Self. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You’re Welcome.

Now … Go Be The Celebrity – The Wizard – You Were Meant To Be.