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Topic: Cross (as in the Cross of Christ) (08/17/06)
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TITLE: Made By Sarah Coventry 1975 | Previous Challenge Entry
By Stacey LaMontagne
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
A precious trinket; an icon.
I have many hidden stories
stored in my molded metal.
Held gently by a loving hand
my presence revives past days.
Once upon a time, I dangled
from a car’s rear-view mirror.
The memory of the guardian angel
that rode upon me speaks.
Remember when. . .
That “near miss” was credited to me.
A woman who ran from God
welcomed my protection
for her and her children.
Now in the Father’s house,
her memory sparks a tear.
I am a treasured memory holder.
Another memory comes to speak.
Remember when. . .
The wichan man feared me.
A man who stole innocence,
mocked my presence
and took her virginity.
Her precious pearl was lost.
This painful memory sparks a tear.
Painful days have come and gone
and many more may come.
In repentance and humility
healing balm restored the lost
and wiped away the tears.
I am but an old bit of jewelry,
dangling on this chain.
There is no power in me.
I’ve seen God’s work,
and I am but a tool.
Look beyond the tarnished
surface and you will see
the Lamb. . .
high and lifted up.
Look to Him and be saved.
For it is by His sacrifice
you will find power, hope,
healing, and beauty.
Wear me,
hold me,
think back,
but live today.
Seek a holy life
that honors Jesus
above this simple jewel.
This is in honor of my mother, Carole, who died July 9, 2002. She owned this Sarah Coventry cross when I was a child and it’s the one thing of hers that I treasure dearly. The memories are real. My pearl was lost. But God replaced it. The cross has a pearl in the center but it is not the original one. The lost pearl is symbolic to me of my own carelessness. I can fix that cross but, not my own heart. I need God. By the sacrifice of His son, Jesus, I have been made whole again. My mother knew about God and allowed me to go to church. Sadly, it was not until she was dying of leukemia, that she truly came to know who Jesus really was. I am glad I did not wait. Please heed my plea and hear God’s cry for you. Won’t you let him fill that empty place in you and give you a new pearly white heart?
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