He cupped the world in his starry hands and breathed life into it. Day broke on that world that he let go spinning into space’s arid, cold void. Cosmic rays battered that blue-green marble as it rolled sunward in its orbit. Brutal though it was, he had to let this nuclear drama play out.
He suppressed the urge to shield that world. Reactions taking place on its surface convinced him to wait and watch. To see what develops as the work of his divine hands settles into that goldilocks zone, where life is possible.
For Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and Rosema of A Reading Writer‘s Word High July
Melinda Kucsera - USA Today Bestselling Author of Epic Fantasy Adventures 
Fantastic write. So powerfully written.
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Thank you 🙂 From you, that’s high praise indeed!
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Very lovely Melinda. Something beautiful coming out of something so uncontrolled.
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Very powerful words Mel. It just hurts to see what we are doing to the beautiful creation of The Master. Sometimes, I almost wish he didn’t leave us with will power of our own.
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A story very well penned! This is splendid, Mel. Yes, that probably is the ultimate timpi– to see one’s creation getting destroyed yet suppressing the urge to intervene. 🙀👏💕
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Thank you 🙂 i thought so too
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Patience…..Beautiful! 🙂 Hugs!
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Working on it! Lol
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Hugs! ❤
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🙂
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Truly enjoyable piece, loved it’s rhythm and it’s colourful description. A delightful read and a great idea!
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Thank you
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oh wow! wow. just majestic my dear, Mel! JUST majestic! Indeed He who created the world let it rotate on its own. Sadly, its inhabitants is slowly destroying it.
Great thought-provoking piece, my dear friend! ❤
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Thank you i wrote it with you in mind.
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