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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Make Hay While the Sun Shines" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (03/06/08)
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TITLE: A Lifted Up Place | Previous Challenge Entry
By Kenneth Westenbroek
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Pounding the rocks, resting on the ground.
Beneath the tree cut down,
Not to hold the weight of humanity,
But it will.
The salty, dirty sweat clinging to any form,
That crosses the path of mankind
On a lifted up place.
Every part of life being drawn out,
One way or another,
To be absorbed by the chosen piece of ground.
Air containing death, Holy death,
Life, Holy life
Being expelled, to mix with what will be inhaled.
By those that will remain.
The curious dust and ashes,
Unaware that the life they are not breathing
Is soon to be the life that is leaving
An eternal change.
A piece of ore of metal once buried unshaped,
Not knowing what it wants to be,
Be not the nails that hold the Savior to the tree,
Yet committed to do so.
The crack of a piece of animal flesh,
That once housed the creation.
Of the One.
Now beaten by the whip.
As if to mimic the boldness and voice,
Of the thunder soon to beckon.
Perfect sacrifice to and from the grave.
Wool so fine.
Woven to drape the light of the world in the flesh.
Confused at why it’s drawn a gambler’s portion.
When just above the tree,
the fortune hangs.
A hole in a hill in a rock.
But hours.
From being filled with the Rock of Ages.
To be the place in which would lay
The transition from death to grace.
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Can't find the topic, but maybe I'm just dim today. (It's very possible...)
This is gorgeous--I wish I could write poetry like this.