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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Snap (09/04/08)

TITLE: Snapping His Fingers
By Yvonne Blake
09/09/08


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A storm was stewing at
The Unity Community Church.
Every seat was filled;
People standing and squirming.

The farmers, the businessmen,
The parents, the teachers-
All were there listening
And the end result yearning.

What would the church do
With the generous offering,
Donated to them at the death
Of Deacon Sam Groening?

“A bell in the steeple.”
“Re-carpet the whole building.”
“What about missions?”
“The roof needs repairing.”

A low pressure was growing.
The sky suddenly darkening.
Brethren growled at each other.
Tempers began flaring.

The neighbors were curious,
And scoffed at the raucous.
“Who’d want to attend there,
With everyone differing?”

They heard the hypocrites
Arguing and roaring.
Maybe Dis-Unity Community Church
A better way of referring.

Thunder rumbling overhead.
Voices bellowing above the din.
Numbers figured, sketches scribbled,
Each opinion self-declaring.

With a sharp SNAP of authority,
God demanded their attention.
The members stopped…listening,
Ceasing their bickering.

The rain beat in torrents
Against colored panes.
Like angry tears streaming
Disagreements scattering.

A lad burst through the door,
His hair wet and ruffled.
“A tree fell,” he puffed, “lightning…,
Widow Groening’s roof… shattering!”

The members looked at each other.
Their debate was settled…over.
Hanging their heads and some crying,
Embracing, one another forgiving.

The carpets could last longer,
A bell, not necessary.
Wishes and dreams set aside
Their sister and neighbor considering.


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Joanne Sher 09/13/08
Very nicely done - you captured the mood of the congregation, and the change, very well. Very well crafted also.
Laury Hubrich 09/13/08
Oh wow! You are an excellent poet. Love the message you shared. So very talented!
Beth LaBuff 09/13/08
I really like how this is written. This is how a "church" is supposed to work. I love your lesson.
Joy Faire Stewart09/14/08
Love the change in the congregation, great message.
Jan Ackerson 09/14/08
Love the title--it perfectly fits the mood of the poem, and captures the very important lesson you've given us here!
Kristen Hester09/15/08
Very Nice. I'm not a poet, but I really enjoyed this one. It reminded me of a church I know of. I'm glad got their attention and they did the right thing. Great!
Scott Sheets09/16/08
I enjoyed the flow and content of this poem. A wonderful reminder to consider others before ourselves. Thanks!
Shelley Ledfors 09/17/08
Very nice. I love the response of the congregation once the widow's need was known!
LauraLee Shaw09/17/08
INcredible. ENtertaining. WONderful. What a creative way to approach the topic, and it had perfect flow. Loved it!
T. F. Chezum09/17/08
Great job ... from the title to the end. Very well done.
Karlene Jacobsen 09/17/08
Nice reminder to work towards unity in the body.