Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Angry (08/02/07)
TITLE: Fury's Ride
By Linda Watson Owen
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with a wandering step and a lilting song.
I smiled to think of the day’s bright sun,
a day filled with laughter, good friends, and fun.
Then one little thought like a cloud came in
and cast a shadow o’er where I’d been.
A gallop of hooves with that thought stirred the ground,
and I was surprised as I spun around.
A colt as lively as a new dawn’s day
nuzzled my hand as if to play.
I stroked the mane of this creature fair,
a beauty of nature and wonderment rare.
It trotted proud and nickered a call
as if to invite me to ride with nightfall.
And then a strange and mysterious thing
occurred as I clutched his ebony mane.
He grew with the night, a stallion he stood
with flaming eyes blazing by the deep woods.
The thought that had cast such a shadow before
returned on the wind, now unveiling far more.
The face of a friend, who my trust he betrayed,
appeared in a shimmer of light gone astray.
Resentment that I had forgotten returned.
Dread bile of pure anger within me now burned.
The blaze of that fury took over my will,
turned night’s calm serenity into death’s chill.
Upon that dark horse, I clasped and held tight
as he thundered into the wild depth of the night.
I could feel, I could smell, the sweet taste of revenge
as I plotted the painful demise of my ‘friend’.
The stallion ran faster with my every thought,
and I seethed satisfaction. Revenge could be bought.
The pot of perdition now boiled in my gut,
stoked well by the blaze of the vengeance I sought.
“No matter the price!” I hissed in the wind,
“I’ll bring down that villain who called me his ‘friend’!”
The mane of that stallion burst into a fire
that blazed in the night of my fury’s desire.
Then all of my being in flames of full wrath
careened down the slope of Hell’s lethal, steep path.
No more could I breathe. No more could I speak.
The roar of Wrath's stallion made Death’s call complete.
The anger I courted now fed me to powers
that added me to Hell’s insatiable fires.
Pure fodder was I for the belly of sin.
Hell’s mouth opened wide to let this fool in.
“My God! Oh, my God!” I cried in that night
with thoughts purified by terror’s dread fright.
And on the last slope of my soul’s quick descent,
I realized what ‘to repent’ really meant.
“Oh, is there no way? No true rescue? No light?
to save me from this horrid end of my life?”
“My God! Oh, my God! What a fool I have been!”
Then all of Hell thundered with the Voice of “I AM!”
A silence as soothing as rain on parched ground
enfolded me, wrapped me, in peace all around.
It seemed I was sleeping in His Holy arms.
I drifted in safety from all of Hell’s harms.
I’d have joyfully stayed there within that blessed place
where the home of sweet Mercy was my Savior’s Face.
I opened my eyes and found I’d returned
to the solace of day’s end, the path I had spurned.
With eyes to the stars on that clear autumn’s eve,
I vowed to live humbly, obey God’s decrees.
I vowed to release hellish anger and sin.
I vowed in His strength to leave vengeance to Him.
And then in a whisper by His Spirit led,
I vowed to ride only on the Winds of His Breath.
“He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind.” Psalm 104:3b NIV
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