Christian Flash Fiction: Perspective of Verse

Event #15

Length: 1-500 words (Prompt: Psalm 105:40-41 

(NASB here, but use whatever translation you like.)

They asked, and He brought quail,

And satisfied them with the bread of heaven.

He opened the rock and water flowed out;

It ran in the dry places like a river.

Perspectives of Verse

by WEGoss2

It is a dithyrambic verse at dusk and dawn, offered in unconscious praise. A gift made real in the nature of the living that generates the song.

 

The wanderers came to the mountain. Male, female and all that was theirs came. They brought what they held precious and their idea of God. From all these, only one walked on the mountain.

 

The covey was small at that time, a dozen pair and hatchlings. They brooded at the mountain giving daily songs of thanks for their lives of plenty. Life on the mountain was a blessed existence.

 

The prophet of the covey was nothing of noticeable greatness, one in a clutch of seven. His markings and size were simple. But, he was born near the mountain. Near the seat of the creator, the soon to be prophet slept.  On this mountain, a simple one witnessed the great wanderer and the creator.

 

The creator then called to the prophet of the covey, “I give to you the future of these lost children. Go and follow them in the desert, there I will provide for the covey in great abundance.  Each pair and their hatchlings are to follow a tribe.”

 

Below the mountain was a chaos of multitudinous impressions.  Worship and denial discarded the realization of the promise given to the great wanderer. The prophet of the covey told the pairs and the hatchlings of the destiny given by the creator. The covey understood.

 

The one divided to twelve without question and thrived in the creator’s promise. They followed the wanderers. They ate what the creator provided and drank the dew at sunrise. If in the emptiness of the desert they hu ngered, the creator sent them bread with the dew. When the dew was dry, the creator sent water to the rocks or flowing in sand that had been dry. With this, the twelve pairs grew. Each became a great covey.

 

The prophet of the covey, graced by the creator, outlived his hatchlings and the hatchlings of their hatchlings. The prophet watched as their numbers became so great they covered the land.

 

Then the creator spoke to the prophet of the covey again.

 

“Now is the time for which I appointed you, tell all my little ones to fly. I give you as a gift of my greatness to the wanderers. Sustain the many. Go near to the wanderers camps; gather where the bread that I sent is plenty and there I am with you. You will give those that wander in this desert new life.”

 

A verse of praise sings of all that was given for life. It sings of lives of plenty. It sings of those who lived lives in a desert strewn with bones of unhappiness. Happiness is living in an expression of thanks for all that the creator has given; unhappiness is found in the device of our selfishness. Coveys of quail sing at dusk and dawn in praise for lives of plenty.