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TITLE: Shadows of the Past (In the Valley of Sha�ron) | Previous Challenge Entry
By J. C. Lamont
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Surveys the Valley of Sha’ron
A weathered hand, shields his eyes from the sun
Seeking a land that was promised
By a voice in the wind
A faceless God, called I AM
A single rose
Blows in the wind
Could a whole valley bloom
From just one
Can he truly believe
A weeping prophet
Stares on the Valley of Sha’ron
His tear-stained face, glistens in the morning sun
All hope is lost
Smoke blows in the wind
Captivity from the enemy
The judgment of I AM
A trampled rose
This death and destruction
The man had forewarned
Yet no one would believe
The King of Time
Sits in the Valley of Sha’ron
His eyes reflecting, light from the sun
He carries his burden
The weight of the world
Alone an abandoned
Forsaken by all
He plucks a rose
As he thinks on his fate
Despite all he would go through
Many would never believe
A lone, tired man
Stands in the Valley of Sha’ron
Rain falls from a blackened sky, hiding the sun
He walks alone
Pushing away memories
Hiding behind
A mask of pain
A wilted rose
Love torn away
Scars only death can heal
Yet still he believes
A broken, young girl
Walks in the Valley of Sha’ron
Her soul cries out, as she breathes hope from the sun
Does she play the fool
Holding onto faith
Forsaking her heart
Believing the unseen
She holds a rose
Petals against her face
And whispers to her soul
I still believe
God upon his throne
Gazes on the Valley of Sha’ron
Holding time in his hand, with the rising of the sun
Not a tear he didn’t see
Nor a cry he didn’t hear
Season by season
Flowers bloom, flowers fade
The Creator of the rose
Of its beauty and fragrance
Compassion, from the great I AM
For those who believed
A celestial city
Its garden – the Valley of Sha’ron
Walls of gold, shimmering like the sun
Behold the five
The nomad, prophet, and King
The tired man and the broken girl
Not a tear among them
Only a rose
The pain of their lives
Now shadows of the past
Because they believed
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I loved the way you weaved a timeline through the poem, and the ending was great!