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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Help (02/20/06)

TITLE: John 8:9-11
By Sue Stone
02/23/06


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The fright had not yet drained from her eyes as they made their retreat.
Her dark kohl smudged eyes, looking worn and tired and resigned,
had not noticed their leaving,.
Instead, she huddled there, her heartbeat pounding in her ears
like a doe at the end of a hunt, wounded,
waiting for the last sharp blow that would carry her away into the darkness.

Yet, and yet.
How the chaos of her day faded, breath by breath.
A moment too many had passed, something had changed.

Finally, she shifted, daring to move, clutching her torn dress tightly.
Unbelieving at first, she noticed the rocks,
the rocks meant for her, the tools of her death scattered upon the sand.
Hope unsought, unexpected caught at her throat.
.
Glancing up, she saw him,
looking at her with a kindness that held no glimmer of lust
or lewdness or distaste or abuse,
a hand that helped her to her feet,
and the soft voice that offered new life.

O Lord, all of us are as guilty as she, deserving to be caught in the act,
pulled by rough, unforgiving hands to the place of our execution,
for we are all sinners, deserving to be displayed for what we are,
deserving to feel the stone's bite.

Yet and yet, O Lord,
you are our help when the darkness threatens,
our sure protector who lifts us out of the sands of death
O Lord, no matter how deep our stained souls,
if we are willing to look up into your loving eyes,
and like she did, find newness of life in your loving hands.


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Caitlynn Lowe02/27/06
Nicely done, I like it a lot. :)
Melanie Kerr 02/28/06
Very emotive poem. You showed us how vulnerable she was. The fourth verse was very convicting.
Melanie Kerr 02/28/06
Sorry - it was the fifth verse. I can't count!
Helen Paynter03/01/06
Great writing.
I wonder if it would have had even more 'bite' if you hadn't given away with the title the fact that it was a Biblical story - we'd have been more surprised at its unfolding.
c clemons03/02/06
Nice and descriptive. Good work.
Jan Ackerson 03/02/06
"Hope unsought, unexpected caught at her throat..."

Beautiful for its meaning, and for its poetic characteristics. A lovely, lovely poem.
T. F. Chezum03/03/06
Nicely written. Good job.
Shari Armstrong 03/05/06
This was wonderfully written.
Jeffrey Snell03/05/06
Touching and true.