A Grand Return

Well, it's been a while, that's for sure, but I'm as ready to jump back into this as ever.

For those of you unfamiliar with what the heck this is, my name is Luke Muench, a 21 year-old English student looking to share some of his writings with the world.

So, enough faffing about, let's get down to business, hmm?

This comes from one of my writing classes this semester, a publishing class to be a little more specific. The task that was provided for me was to write a narrative within the mind-set of an orange with the persuasive tone of a preacher. As you can imagine, I had a lot of fun writing this; I had even more fun presenting it, with absurd hand gestures and the over-the-top preacher voice. Try to imagine it, it's much more enjoyable that way :P

Orange You Glad?

       Today, my brothers, our Lord has sent us a glorious sign from above, a shining symbol that our toils and troubles have not been in vain, that we are, in fact, on the righteous path of salvation, Of course, I am talking about the brilliant drops of life that we bathe in this fine morning, that shine on our skin like the morning dew and fuel our feverish growth to someday reach our ultimate purpose.
       Of course, I refer to the rain.
       Now, I know what some of ya'll may be thinkin' to yourselves, that rain ain't anything special, that we are still threatened by the moving menaces of these Earthly plains that plot and scheme to tear us down from our precious perches, our sacred homes provided to us by our Mother, who holds us above all evils to this day. But, my friends, to say such things is to ignore the bountiful gifts brought unto us by She who deigns to let us live, who has forever been our life and death incarnate. Do you think that we deserve such treasures, that we are entitled to the richness of such holy drink? Still thy tongues! For you cannot yet conceive of what sacrifices have been made for you to simply be here.
       Do you not feel the life coursing through your souls? Without it, we would all be grimy rinds, curled up on the ground in utter decay, sinful shells left in the mud for carrion to carry off. That is the lifeblood our Mother provides us from her own bosom, giving up some of Her own time in this world for our sakes, so that we may one day spread Her word and seed, letting Her teachings remain timeless.
       I will not lie to you, my brothers; there will always be pain in this world. There will always be cuts and bruises on our skins, always be those carried away before their time, always be Gravity, trying to drag us into his realm to suffer and writhe eternally. There will always be death. But it can only mean something if we hold the life and gifts given to us today with the utmost joy and thanks, and if we can bring ourselves to be glad for the bad so that the good might mean that much more.
       Can I get an Amen?


If you have a hankering for more of my work, feel free to look at past posts, as well as my various film critiques, which can be found through Rinema or on my Facebook page. Until next time, live life to the rhythm of your heart.