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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Parent (11/16/06)
Mary Magdalene’s Magnificat

I heard he was Creator;
Who sits astride the sun,
Propels the rolling planets on their way;
Whose whisper conjured mountains,
Whose thoughts, in clouds, were spun,
A flashing, crashing power I ponder in dismay.

I heard he was Deliverer;
Who stormed the Pharaoh’s court,
Unleashed chaotic forces to their play;
Who swathed a path for Israel
With plague and deluge bought,
Determined, ermined monarch, relentless on his way.

I heard he was the Bonded
By covenant and word;
Whose Presence made the mountain smoke and sway;
The God who stooped to contract,
Whose very voice is heard,
The tender, slender whisper when the earthquake’s passed away.

I heard he was Provider;
Who summoned desert dew
To feed his restless people on the way;
Whose riverbanks of blessing
Each daybreak burst anew,
Streaming teeming bounty, his kindness to display.

I heard he was Avenger;
The jealous husband spurned,
Whose selfless love hard hearts did not repay;
Whose warnings went unheeded,
Whose incandescence burned,
Faithful, wrathful lover, whom Israel did betray.



They cast him as a hard God;
Creator fierce and wild,
Redeemer, scuffing vermin from his way;
Unbending law-bound ruler
My fearful guilt reviled,
Scowling growling tyrant, by terror holding sway.



He taught me of a Father
Whose love-breath wakened Eve
And ambled with his child at close of day;
Enfolded weeping Israel,
From bondage gave reprieve
To the fertile, myrtle gardens of the land she has today.

He taught me of a Father
Who disciplines his son
Correction rich in mercy to convey;
Who watches for the home-bound,
With patience never done;
Rejoicing, voicing welcome for the penitential stray.

He pointed me to Father
Who loves this wayward child,
And gently shushed my fears of God away;
Taught me to call him, ‘Abba’,
To Daddy reconciled,
With springing, zinging dance-steps I will celebrate each day.
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Sue Dent
11/24/06
I LOVE this! Growing up with a Southern Baptist preacher for a Granddaddy, whose sermons were quite the fire & brimstone blessing many associate with such old time preachers, I could appreciate both aspects of God! Oh, He's all that but He's all the other too! Definitely!!
william price
11/27/06
I like, I like. Especially when I read it out loud. Loved the last line and the title.
God bless.
Venice Kichura
11/27/06
Masterfully written poem---loved it!
Jan Ross
11/28/06
How awesome! Masterful descriptions -- you captured with words the essence of Who our Father is! I'm going to read it again just to bask in the vastness of our God! Wow! Incredibly masterful! :)
Shanti Singh
11/28/06
This is beautiful, and made me think through many various aspects of my Father. Thanks for writing it -- it touched me!
Joanne Sher 
11/28/06
So masterfully composed. The meter was fantastic, the images vivid, and the message excellent. Wow.
Jan Ackerson
11/28/06
Gorgeously structured--I loved the internal rhyme in the last line of each stanza, the metrical arrangement, the poetic language--this poem could be set up as an examplar of the right way to do poetry.

And then on top of that all, it's just a marvelous poem of praise. Lovely!