It is the way of gods to congregate, to graze in the valleys. They huddle, content in their pantheon while I, blackest of sheep, wander the hills.

Thirty-two are enough for any paddock.

This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt:

Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  Make it yours and have fun with it.

This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is community-judged! For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge (starting at 4:00 PM Pacific/7:00 PM Eastern on Sunday), voting will be enabled on links.  In order to vote, return to the Trifecta Writing Challenge site where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite posts. You can vote for up to three!

And while you’re here: I wrote a piece for another challenge this week, but it was a little quiet over there, comment-wise. I’d love your feedback on A Last Cup of Tea.

19 responses to “Divinity

  1. Beautifully written, Christine. Your phrasing on this has such impact. As always, you are able to cut through the extraneous to show us the conscience.


  2. Stunning…really beautiful.


  3. Lovely. Especially the “blackest of sheep” – sounds like my kind of god. 🙂


  4. ‘the blackest of sheep’… nice image…


  5. I like the distance and feeling you create here, very nice. Thanks for linking up and don’t forget to come back and vote!


  6. I feel the isolation you created. Nice job!


  7. “It is the way of gods to congregate”
    “while I, blackest of sheep, wander the hills”

    Such great lines. I love the way you put together words. You’ve told an intriguing tale in 33 words. Even though I’m curious as to why this god is an outcast, I like that you left us guessing. 🙂


  8. An outcast god is always more interesting than the faceless herd. 🙂


  9. Black sheep amont gods.. love it… remind me of the Lucifer myth..


  10. I’m always intrigued by the “blackest of sheep”. That’s always where the story lies! Beautiful!


  11. The blackest of sheep don’t see the point in paddocks, at any rate. Great work here!


  12. But of course! When did you ever see thirty-two of them trudging through fog!


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  14. There is always a black-sheep in every family, and they always are the most interesting!


  15. Beautifully written , Christine. Such great lines .


  16. I hooted with laughter at the initial description of Gods congregating and huddling like sheep and then just fell in love with the ending-fabulous piece Christine!


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