I Thought to Write of Bloodshed and War…

April 14, 2022

I thought to write of bloodshed and war, but

The paper stared in blank defiance at the pen poised en garde in my left hand.

And then, said the paper to the pen,

“Not a single drop will you spill this day on my sacred ground.”

The pen, utterly confused not knowing quite how to respond looked up at me for some sort of reassurance. I however, in complete amazement at the courage of a single piece of paper to resist atrocities of words–simply lay the pen down.

After a long retreated silence; the paper, pen and I began peace talks.

“What would you have me write, dear paper?”

And the single piece of paper, with a fresh blush of encouragement, looked up at us both, “Write of my ancestors—the trees—and the water which formed and shaped me.

Tell of the many hundred years

My grandparents stood tall in the forests

On the mountain sides breathing life for all and

Giving their lives—so that I could live.

Their stories I hold close in the treasure chest of my heart. Precious memories must be remembered and told often in times of war.”

“Go on.” said the pen, “Tell us more.”

To be continued…

With love and gratitude,

©️NZain

Author: NZain

@ukiezhinka

26 thoughts on “I Thought to Write of Bloodshed and War…”

      1. Yes, the remembrance of how it all began…in love. 💓 This really touched me as I thought about it more, Renee. I need to give it some more thought…🙃

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  1. Literally STUNNING!

    In a word: Serenity.

    We are all so very blessed now for attentions spared spilled blood and war and fear. It’s come into Easter as I read these words; hope and promise our fare…and a lush and vibrant banquet.

    Thank you, dearest and most gracious and lovely hostess, for such grace God gives through your beautiful creation.

    Sated of spirit.

    With love

    A tamed grumpy kitty

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    1. Hi Grumpy!
      The promise of hope…the promise of hope.
      This is all we have. The promise of hope. An expectation.
      But we are told not have expectations or make promises we can’t keep. And so when all hope is lost…we celebrate Easter.

      My love to you dear Cranky. Always. 😻

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    1. My father used to say Ukraine is fertilized by its dead…and this is why the land is so fertile—and why so many tried to take the land. Resources. Peaceful and determined to fight to protect their borders. Ukraine or Ukraina means “Borderland.”
      Complicated. We have a long history of fighting amongst ourselves over religion and independence and…now it’s—West vs. East. Half will celebrate Easter today…half next week. Rather silly when you get down to it. Is it Ukraine? Or The Ukraine? Depends on what side you’re on.
      This is an interesting short video about Ukrainian warrior Cossack culture.

      My ancestors were fierce. You could say—brutal. Wicked sense of humor too. 🙂
      As for what to say? I’m still waiting for the paper to speak. Thanks for reading and adding your thoughts here. Always appreciated. 😊

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    1. Oh Mr. B! Thank you so much always for your kindness and encouragement! I am waiting as well. And while I wait, I am taken on a journey to new ideas and experiences. This has been quite a week for me in between Easters. Today is Orthodox Easter. So I wait with you. 😊

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