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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Sad (07/26/07)

TITLE: From Sad to Glad
By Colin Swann


When I think of little street-wise bodies roaming in endless hopelessness in search of survival; when I see grubby hands scratch at spent cans for morsels not fit to eat; when I think of tangled limbs among plastic and card and lost children dreaming of bedtime stories and a mother’s hand across the brow – when I think of these things, then I am sad.

When I think of shipwrecked lives incarcerated in penal institutions; when I think of their hopes unrealised and their shattered dreams; when I think of their loved ones’ traumas through the waiting years with desires dashed and many fears – when I think of these things, then I am sad.

When I think of a mother’s care being snatched away from her much loved kids; when I think of her thoughts for her children’s loneliness and her sorrow only matched by the heart of God; when I think of her last efforts to leave a family legacy of care and continuity that will see them all fine – when I think of these things, then I am sad.

When I think of those who in folly took their first fix, though maybe regretted soon fast in its grip; when I think about this evil poison surging through veins fighting good blood in the battle of life and death; when I think of defeat and lifeless bodies lying cold and dank in filthy basements - when I think of these things, then I am sad.

When I think of famine and skin and bone and bodies withering like sun scorched blooms; when I think of meagre donors and little help and porcine orgies and disgusting waste; when I think of tearless crying from dehydrated infants too weak to lift a head to a mother’s dry breast – when I think of these things, then I am sad.

When I think of Him who loves us and how He grieves the misspent stewardship of our lands much blessed; when I think one day He will change the scene, making the last be first and the first be last; when I think of that morning when the sun will shine and bring final hope of life from death – when I think of these things, then I am glad.

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Dawn Thomason08/02/07
This is absolutely beautiful! I have just returned from a mission trip to Zambia, and I saw many of the starving children of which you speak. May your piece be used by God to encourage the downtrodden, and to spur the abundantly blessed Americans to meet the needs of others. God bless you! Dawn Thomason
Brenda Welc08/03/07
This was great! I could totally identify with the feelings you were expressing. Good job! Keep writing with blessings in mind.
Jan Ackerson 08/04/07
Wonderful use of alliteration in this heartfelt piece!

I wasn't clear on the meaning of this line: when I think of tangled limbs among plastic and card... , but I'm glad I pushed through and kept reading.

I like the structure; it's almost poetic.
Donna Emery08/05/07
Some of these images are difficult to read but I love the hope you give us at the end. Nice work
Christine Nakyana08/07/07
Wow - great writing