Streams of consciousness come from all quarters,
Hurrying to create a sense of balance,
To find peace in some blessed gathering place.
Our origins are underground, but
We tumble down waterfalls,
Stretch and roll along shores both verdant and blasted,
Before resting in an ocean
That may need to cover the entire world before the end times.
There are red streams as well,
Angry and hateful, slow-moving
Leaden sludge poisons the waters,
Muddying how best to ensure the sun’s light
Shines through and purifies.
How many voices,
How many ribbons of art and music and dance will it take
To dilute the hatred, heal the damage, and bring us all home?
All we’ve got is this instinct to rise up and begin
The chant,
The dance, the image, the dream
To fill the air with harmony,
To clear the sky and let the sun shine through.
Let it begin with me.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “HARMONY”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
Valley of the Trolls 
This is a fine piece, Liz!!
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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A perfect place to begin. Beautifully written, Liz.
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Many thanks, Keith.
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Great questions and great conclusion. Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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The last line took my breath away! Beautiful six, Liz!
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Thank you! Invoking classic hymn.
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Oh Liz, you write so beautifully!!
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Thank you, Zelda! ❤
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My pleasure ❤
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“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me…”
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❤❤❤
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Liz this poem prayer needs to be everywhere.
Wow.
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Wow! Thank you!
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Great message, articulately spun. Really enjoy it, Liz.
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Thank you kindly!
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A ‘Blowing in the Wind’ feel to this, Liz, for me at least.
Powerful piece.
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Thank you, Ceayr!
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change can only begin with ourselves
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Agreed. Thanks UP!
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How much has been lost because we were waiting for someone else to start the march.
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Never too late, but sooner is better. Thanks, Ladysighs!
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Absolutely beautiful, Liz, the language and the idea.
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Thank you kindly, Jenne!
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Let our light, our words and our songs overcome the darkness! Here’s hoping.🌻
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Thanks, Chris.
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such imagery, to the point of almost being tangible
quite the ‘painting’ (or song) using only Six sentence/colors/tones
(I quite liked it)
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Thank you, Clark. Glad you enjoyed!
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I like the last short sentence where one desires to be of use: “Let it begin with me.”
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Thought you might…begin the hymn!
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The perpetual question: “how many?”
If only, everyone shouted those last 5 words (and followed through) what a different and improved world we’d live in.
Don’t ask me why, Liz, but your Six brought to mind Dalí’s “Persistence of Memory”. (with my interpretation of said work of course, lol)
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Glad it struck the right chord!
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