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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Embarrassed (07/19/07)

TITLE: The Door and the Crown
By Linda Watson Owen
07/25/07


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I stood before the opening door
arrayed in earthly beauty bright,
fair dazzling sun-glints of the day
and moonlight’s golden silk of night.

My bridegroom would be coming soon
to take me in His waiting arms.
I smiled to think of His delight.
He would be thrilled by my sweet charms.

The door quite slowly opened then,
as if all by itself it moved.
I caught my breath—the very thought—
the time had come, His time to choose.

Would He approve this waiting bride?
I almost snickered at the thought
for here I stood in dress and veil,
the finest earthly treasures bought.

No finer bride could ever be.
No finer gifts than what I bring.
No finer heart could surely see
the face of my Bridegroom and King.

Then suddenly I saw the Light,
a Light like none I’d seen before,
and in the radiance glowing there
I knew it was my Groom and Lord.

I proudly bowed to meet Him there.
The glowing rested from His face.
No words, as just a step He took.
I waited for His first embrace.

I saw His eyes. Could this be true?
No glimmer or no happy gleam?
No giddy love light sparkling there?
Could this be sadly what it seems?

I clutched my dress and felt the rags.
My lovely hair? A matted mess.
In his dear mirrored eyes I saw
reflected there a bride grotesque.

“How can this be?” I gasped and cried,
“Where is the beauty I have owned?”
“That beauty only was of earth,”
the Bridegroom said in saddened tones.

I tried to hide my face from His.
My pompous pride turned into dust.
I touched the pendant cross I wore,
and in my hand it turned to rust.

He spoke to questions of my heart.
“All earthly treasures will not last
that you have gained apart from me
when through these heavenly doors you pass.”

Then glorious singing swelled and rose,
and I became aware of crowns
that others cast about His feet
but I had nothing to lay down.

In rags I stood in that great throng.
My earthly choices had been vain.
He ransomed me to be His own,
but I had forged a crown of shame.


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Dee Yoder 07/26/07
Powerful and thought-provoking poem. Though we know our righteousness is as filthy rags, we still persist in putting it on and preening in front of our spiritual mirrors. Good writing and an interesting take on the topic.
Lynda Schultz 07/26/07
This reminded me of that old song "Shall I Empty Handed Be …" Good work and as has been said — very thought provoking.
Janice Cartwright07/27/07
Good poetry writing and you expressed the ultimate embarrassment, our worst nightmare, that of failing our Lord. But I do have a slightly different view of spiritual "empty-handed-ness." I believe it was Corrie ten Boom's evamgelist aunt, tante Jans, who when facing her demise said it best, "Dear Jesus, I thank you that we must come with empty hands. I thank you that you have done all - all- on the Cross, and that all we need to be sure of in life or death is this!"
Melanie Kerr 07/28/07
A really powerful poem. I thought the meter and the rhyming sequence were spot ion and the message was a strong one. I thought the cross turning to rust was a very strong image.
Melanie Kerr 07/28/07
Wow! I could keep on reading that one over and over again. I liked all the internal rhymes of the various lines. Well done!
Melanie Kerr 07/28/07
Sorry, the last comment was for the next article - my computer is moving too slow!
Joanne Sher 08/02/07
Oh wow - this is amazing and thought-provoking and gripping. Great imagery too. Masterful.
Laurie Glass08/02/07
What a strong message in this beautifully written poem. Loved the imagery.