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Previous Challenge Entry (EDITOR'S CHOICE)
Topic: Hear (07/08/10)

TITLE: Voice of the Maker
By Beth LaBuff
~6th Place


A car door slammed, then with a lope
Scampered a carefree lad,
The little guy with skinned-up knees
Was visiting Granddad.
The days ahead held promise with
Adventures to unfold,
You can’t just sit and wait on life
When you’re six years old.

The farmhouse sprang to action,
‘Twas fair-weather for the day,
They packed a lunch, then out the door
And they were on their way.
The little legs took twice the steps
To match the Granddad’s stride
And Granddad’s heart, though weakened some,
Beat with a family pride.

Adventures started with a trek
Upon an earthen road.
Across the bridge then up a hill,
At length their pace had slowed.
‘Twas there upon a milkweed,
A caterpillar crawled,
He paused a bit and raised his head,
The two looked on— enthralled.

“What is he doing, Granddad?”
Inquired the little guy.
“He’s listening for the Maker’s voice,”
Was Granddad’s wise reply.
“And what’s the Maker telling him?”
“The Maker says that soon
He’ll need to find a steady branch
Then make his silk cocoon.”

Quite typical of six-year-olds
The next word posed was, “Why?”
Granddad, with his knowledge,
“He’ll become a butterfly.”
The boy thought on the process
Then breathed a whispered sigh.
He stared down at the dirt beside
Then something caught his eye.

The six-year old bent skinned-up knees
And stooped down to the ground,
He grasped a dark red pebble,
One quite smooth and round.
His childish fingers picked it up
And rolled it in his hand,
He stuffed it in his pocket,
Then rose again, to stand.

A chicken hen scratched near the two,
The boy studied the bird.
He wondered as the chicken paused
What had the old hen heard?
And as she fluttered to the coop
On feathered-chicken leg,
He knew that God was telling her
‘Twas time to lay her egg.

They journeyed on, more slowly now,
Then finally had to rest
For Granddad was all out of breath,
His palm pressed to his chest.
They settled ‘neath an apple tree
Upon the meadow grass,
They ate their lunch and waited for
His episode to pass.

When Granddad’s breath came easier,
Once more upon their way,
They saw a cow off by herself
Nearby the fresh mown hay.
“Now what would God say to a cow?”
The boy muffled a laugh.
Then Granddad said, “He’d tell the cow,
‘It’s time to drop your calf’.”

As they walked they came upon
An odd array of rocks,
Somewhat stacked atop each like
Haphazard building blocks.
Granddad told the little guy
About the Bible story,
The donkey and the palm leaves and
The people’s praise and glory.

He told about the Pharisees,
(Words penned by Dr. Luke)
To silence the disciples
They requested a rebuke.
How Jesus told the Pharisees
Amid hosanna-shouts,
That if the people quieted
The rocks would then cry out.

The wheels inside the young child’s head
Spun ‘round in concentration,
Then in his pocket deep he reached
And pulled forth his donation.
He put his pebble on the pile
And then he thought about
Just how amazing it would sound
To hear the rocks cry out.


Just days after their journey
Found Granddad sick abed,
Reposed upon a patchwork quilt,
The boy perched near his head.
The open window near the bed
Enabled evening breeze
To cool the ashen weathered brow
And boy with skinned-up knees.

“What are you doing Granddad?”
He eyed the pallid face.
“I’m listening.” The Granddad said,
Cheered by the child’s embrace.
“And do you hear the Maker’s voice?”
Words whispered with a quaver,
“The voice that I am listening to—
That of my loving Savior.”

“And what’s the Savior telling you?”
He shifted on the bed
Then leaned to hear the Granddad’s voice,
“’Come home,’ my Savior said.”
Then youthful hands clasped work-worn ones
Until the final sigh,
And through the window, on the breeze,
Entered a butterfly.

Inspiration from:
Job 39
Does the eagle soar at your command…? Verse 27
Do you know when the mountain goats give birth…? Verse 1

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Beverly Caviness07/15/10
So vivid I can see the loving granddad and the little boy walking up the country road. Hear the curious little guy questioning the one loves. A bit sad at the end but as the butterfly appears there is a silent hope also from the Maker that the best is yet ahead.
Virgil Youngblood 07/15/10
A wonderful example of teaching opportunities being realized, complete with warm fuzzy feelings. Great writing.
Linda Wright07/16/10
Delightful read! I loved the little boy with such an inquisitive nature and the wise grandpa who never missed an opportunity to teach him about Jesus.
Verna Cole Mitchell 07/16/10
What a beautiful narrative poem, with so many pictures to savor, and so many thoughts to inspire.--a favorite for me.
Linda Payne07/18/10
What a lovely story, told with grace and beauty.
Margaret Kearley 07/19/10
This is just lovely - such a wonderful variety of lessons to learn and fantastic rhymes - as always. I particularly love the ending. Just great!
Ruth Brown07/19/10
Wonderful poem. Loved every part.God Bless Youu, Ruth
Carol Penhorwood 07/22/10
Beth, this was truly moving! I'm a huge fan of your writing but I think this one tops them all for me! This grandmother heard the sound of love and wisdom in this piece and the opportunities we have with our grandchildren. Congratulations on this well deserved EC.
Charla Diehl 07/22/10
Congratulations Beth on scoring an EC with this delightful, image packed, message driven poem.
Rikki Akeo07/22/10
Thank you for your comment, Beth!
You have a winner here. (I know because I visit the boards)

You are such a thoughtful encourager!

Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/22/10
Congratulations for placing in the top 15 of your level and for the Editor's Choice.
wendell a brown 07/22/10
Beth truly one of the most moving poems i have ever read. Its beautiful, and thats all i can find my lips to say...oh congrats for finishing in the Editors top ten!
Dee Yoder 07/22/10
Awww, I could see this pair, their wonderful journey of discovery, and their love for each other. This is beautiful. Congratulations on your EC! It is well deserved.
Yvonne Blake 07/23/10
Ahhh...Bethy, you made me cry! I could see the ending coming, but it still got to me. ((hugs))
Laury Hubrich 07/23/10
Wow! Wow! Can't think of anything else to say. Congratulations on your EC!
Marita Thelander 07/23/10
Oh man, Beth. I'm a puddle mess now. Very smooth and gentle...and sad. Congrats on the EC.
Graham Starling07/28/10
This is exquisite. It rhymes easily and scans beautifully while all the time telling a fabulous story. I don’t find it sad. Granddad is home and the boy has lesson in living and dying that we all seem so frightened to learn or to teach. This is going in my favourites and thank-you.
Gary James Smith04/01/11
Another excellent write Beth, Right On!!!!!!!!!!!
God has blessed you with your own unique way of storytelling via poetry and it shines forth . An evident token of His blessing upon your life. Have a great day!