A Fib Fest of Bible Stories.

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One or two of the blogs I visit have started exploring the fun of the Fib. Gave me the idea that it might be fun to have a Fib Fest of Bible Stories. Would help to keep your mind active and attentive to more serious things than the usual Christmas pastimes. If there are enough it would be fun to compile them into a Collection of Bible Fibs – to go alongside the Haiku Introduction to the NT. (If you missed this you can view it on the September 8 posting. )

Just to be clear, a Fib isn't an untruth! It's a poem of 20 syllables in which the number of
syllables in each line is the total of the two previous lines  – thus
1,1,2,3,5,8. You can of course continue upwards so that the next line is 13, then 21, after which it gets too silly I think. Fib poems are based on the Fibonacci mathematical sequence and you can find a fuller explanation here

The rules for this Fib Fest of Bible Stories are simple and three:

The Fib

  1. can only have 7 lines, on the pattern explained above, the last being 13 syllables.
  2. must encapsulate a story from the Bible.
  3. leave your Fib in the Comments Page.

To illustrate I've chosen two of my favourite stories. Try to choose a story no one else has attempted so far, so that we can have a wide range of biblical stories. A later Fib Fest may focus on one story, from the multi-perspectives of the contributors. Cumulatively that would be communal exegesis!

Oh and have fun – much in the best Bible stories makes for laughter, food for thought – even prayer!

Sarah

Sarah

laughed!

Why not?

So would you!

Old age child-bearing,

even when announced by angels

with straight faces; a cruel joke, or God’s promise. Which?

…..

Jacob

Dark

night.

Jacob

fast awake,

conned into wrestling

for his life, then hirpling into

the breaking dawn, learning to lean on integrity.

 

Comments

14 responses to “A Fib Fest of Bible Stories.”

  1. chris avatar

    These are brill! Must have a bash – but equally, must resist the temptation right now and turn into a domestic goddess.

  2. chris avatar

    These are brill! Must have a bash – but equally, must resist the temptation right now and turn into a domestic goddess.

  3. sorlil avatar

    I love the idea of bible fibs (!) and I really like the ones you’ve done here though I hope you don’t mind me pointing out there are a few not quite right syllable counts: Sarah is two syllables (according to my accent anyhow!) and there are only 12 syllables in the last line of your first fib.
    I gave it a go:
    Rain.
    Rain.
    Noah
    builds a boat,
    a floating zoo. Home
    for forty days and nights for those
    whose eyes first glimpsed the rainbow’s festival arc of light.

  4. sorlil avatar

    I love the idea of bible fibs (!) and I really like the ones you’ve done here though I hope you don’t mind me pointing out there are a few not quite right syllable counts: Sarah is two syllables (according to my accent anyhow!) and there are only 12 syllables in the last line of your first fib.
    I gave it a go:
    Rain.
    Rain.
    Noah
    builds a boat,
    a floating zoo. Home
    for forty days and nights for those
    whose eyes first glimpsed the rainbow’s festival arc of light.

  5. Jim Gordon avatar

    Hello again Chris. Look forward to your Fib.
    Hello Sorlil and welcome to living wittily and to the Fib Fest.
    I confess to the first miscount ( can’t asdd to 1!!!) – so if “Sarah” is exchanged for “she” it would work.
    But I count the last line as 13 syllables as follows
    1 2 3 / 4 5 6 /7 8 9 10 11 / 12 13
    with straight faces; a cruel joke, or God’s promise. Which?
    Or would you only count “faces” or “cruel” as one?
    Anyway thanks for your own contribution – and for the stuff you do on your own blog which I visit regularly.

  6. Jim Gordon avatar

    Hello again Chris. Look forward to your Fib.
    Hello Sorlil and welcome to living wittily and to the Fib Fest.
    I confess to the first miscount ( can’t asdd to 1!!!) – so if “Sarah” is exchanged for “she” it would work.
    But I count the last line as 13 syllables as follows
    1 2 3 / 4 5 6 /7 8 9 10 11 / 12 13
    with straight faces; a cruel joke, or God’s promise. Which?
    Or would you only count “faces” or “cruel” as one?
    Anyway thanks for your own contribution – and for the stuff you do on your own blog which I visit regularly.

  7. sorlil avatar

    Ahh yes, I can see ‘cruel’ ought to be two syllables but in my accent it is one, lol!

  8. sorlil avatar

    Ahh yes, I can see ‘cruel’ ought to be two syllables but in my accent it is one, lol!

  9. Catriona avatar
    Catriona

    The God of Small Things….
    A miracle:
    Five
    Loaves,
    Two fish,
    One boy gave.
    Jesus blessed: crowds fed,
    Twelve basketsful of leftovers!
    Divine decadence comes from small things freely given.
    A parable:
    One
    Seed –
    Tiny.
    Yet, when grown,
    Shelters garden birds.
    The Kingdom of God is like this:
    Divine grace transforms commonplace insignificance.

  10. Catriona avatar
    Catriona

    The God of Small Things….
    A miracle:
    Five
    Loaves,
    Two fish,
    One boy gave.
    Jesus blessed: crowds fed,
    Twelve basketsful of leftovers!
    Divine decadence comes from small things freely given.
    A parable:
    One
    Seed –
    Tiny.
    Yet, when grown,
    Shelters garden birds.
    The Kingdom of God is like this:
    Divine grace transforms commonplace insignificance.

  11. Jim Gordon avatar

    Good ones Catriona. Now go and get the final Christmas cards wrote!

  12. Jim Gordon avatar

    Good ones Catriona. Now go and get the final Christmas cards wrote!

  13. Graeme Clark avatar
    Graeme Clark

    the lost son
    Lost
    to
    escape
    daily grind.
    Inheritance goes,
    in debased, decadent living,
    life’s a pig, all is spent; return to Father’s embrace.

  14. Graeme Clark avatar
    Graeme Clark

    the lost son
    Lost
    to
    escape
    daily grind.
    Inheritance goes,
    in debased, decadent living,
    life’s a pig, all is spent; return to Father’s embrace.

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