#WIPpet Wednesday #WW #WIP 5/30/18 Deep Peace and the Holy Spirit

Welcome to a soggy edition of #WIPpet Wednesday*.

It’s a raining here in Tennessee. It has been for almost two weeks, and I’m over it. (keeps her voice low just in case the imps of drought are listening) I’m ready for it to dry out, if even for a few days. That said, we were scheduled to begin building a handicap ramp onto our house today and, to my wonderment, the builders still showed up this morning and are working in the rain. Bless them. I really need this ramp.

Here’s my WIPpet math for 5/30/2018: I’m taking the 8 for eight paragraphs (minus the recitation) from Cleaning House – An Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy

The Setup: Cent’s gone to bed after a late night of remembering who she’s been, but now she’s having trouble staying asleep. Note: Remember that this story is set in modern Appalachia, where Scots-Irish, British, German, and Cherokee traditions and faiths have melded into something unique.

     [Cent] kept slipping into nightmares where a black, hulking form towered over her, lifting her between its gargantuan hands to squeeze her neck. She woke gasping each time but managed to find sleep again, only to have the process repeat. Each time, the choking lasted longer, each time it took longer for her to wake, until she finally woke screaming, bringing Aunt Tess to her room.

     “What the— begone from this home before I banish you!” Tess wrapped her arms around Cent to gently rock her, chanting a protective prayer under her breath until Cent found her voice. “Shh. No need to explain. I saw the booger for myself.” She rocked Cent as she spoke the prayer again. “You know the words.”

     “No, I don’t. I—”

     “Think, honey. Think real hard. You’ve known this prayer for lifetimes.” Tess opened the small bedroom’s window. “Think on it, and I’ll be right back.”

     Cent stared after her, trying hard to recall the words to the prayer her great aunt had spoken, but Tess returned a moment later holding a Bible and a bundle of half-dried basil, both of which she tossed to Cent. “Hold them while I… now where is…, aha!” She fished an adhesive-backed plastic hook from her robe pocket. “There!” She affixed the hook to the wall above Cent’s head and hung the bundle from it. “That should do the trick.” She slipped the Bible between the mattress and box spring beneath Cent’s head. “Now, the prayer.” She sat beside Cent again. “Do you remember it?”

     “Yeah, I think I do. In a couple of languages, actually.”

     “Show off. Let me hear it in English.”

Deep peace of water come to me

Deep peace of air come to me

Deep peace of earth come to me

Deep peace of night come to me

Deep peace of dark come to me

Moon and stars grant me the light I need

      Cent turned to face the window. “Begone bad dreams. Begone dark. In the name of the Holy Spirit. As I will it. So will it be.”


*WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.

8 thoughts on “#WIPpet Wednesday #WW #WIP 5/30/18 Deep Peace and the Holy Spirit

  1. I do love the blending of faith traditions and how naturally they all fit together. It really is something beautiful (and peaceful).

    Hooray for builders working in the rain!

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  2. Echoing Amy’s sentiment that I really love the blending of faiths. Did you create the prayer for this story or is it one that already exists?

    I hope your builders aren’t too inhibited by the rain and that their progress is swift!

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    • The prayer is based off an old Celtic one, but I changed some of the phrasing and wording to make it my own, and it’s actually in my personal book of shadows, prayer, spell, whatever you wish to call it, book. And the ramp is done, rain or not, and it’s forty-two feet of spectacular. Getting in and out of the house is so much easier now. I’ll share a picture next week.

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