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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Reading (01/25/07)

TITLE: Words Blur World's Unfold
By Elizabeth Baize


When I was young my father took a book into his hands.
It was as if together then we flew to other lands.
I’d ride across the prairie far with pioneers so brave,
Or maybe race with heroes true the king’s whole land to save.
Soon it was time for me to learn the meaning of the marks
So I could venture on my own upon those distant larks.
My mother taught me how to match a mark up with a sound,
And soon on my own wings I flew to distant worlds I’d found.

Today my hands hold tight the Book; its words with life do stir,
And as I gaze upon a page the words began to blur.
I slip into an ancient land where men do long to see
The coming of a promised King God says will set them free.
But on I fly through centuries long and finally touch down
With shepherds who are praising God outside a little town.
They tell me how God sent to them a message from on high
Brought by the angel of the Lord as great light filled the sky.
For in the town of Bethlehem with manger for a bed,
A King, a Child, but Christ the Lord had laid his royal head.
“Come with us,” said the shepherds as they started down the hill.
“We want to see this Child Who brings to earth, to men goodwill.
I followed them in wonder with my thoughts all coming fast.
Could this Child be the promised king the Lord had sent at last?
The child we found, and wonder filled each soul that heard the tale.
But soon again I onward flew to see God’s plan unveil.

When once again my feet did touch, I found that I was clinging
To ropes that kept me on a craft though waves and wind were stinging.
The men on board were fishermen, and they were working fast
To keep the boat upon its course until the storm had passed.
Above the roar of surging sea I heard an awe-struck shout
My gaze did follow pointing hands; I blinked my eyes in doubt.
For out upon the rolling flood a form was walking free,
Uncumbered by a boat or raft; what was or Who was He?
As terror-gripped we stood and prayed a voice came to our ears,
“Be of good cheer. It is I am. Please lay aside your fears.”
But one man cried into the wind, “If you are really there,
Command me to come out to you; I know my life You’ll spare."
The answer rang above the wind and at the sound a thrill
Went down my spine for “Come.” it said. My heart almost stood still.
With wonder I then did behold a sight not seen before.
The man found footing on the sea and walked though waves did roar.
So suddenly, his feet did sink. His eyes had left the Lord.
But Love and Mercy caught him up; his footing was restored.
The two then came into the ship. The waves and wind did cease.
Who could this be, for only God could bring about such peace!

And then, almost against my will away I flew once more
Into a place that I knew full well I’d never seen before.
And toward me a woman walked in mourning it was clear.
I asked her what could trouble her with sorrow so sincere.
“My Lord was killed three days ago; they nailed Him to a tree.
Come to the tomb and lend your help to my dear friends and me.”
I staggered at her words for was He not the promised King?
In shock I followed in her steps to see this awful thing.
“Look There!” The cry was rimmed with fright. I lifted up my head
And gazed through tears to see a tomb as light around us spread.
The tomb stood open, light poured forth; we stood as turned to stones.
An angel full of light then spoke in great and glorious tones.
“I know that you are seeking One Whom three days ago did die.
But today He’s truly risen. Death’s cruel clutch He did defy.
Do not be troubled; you yourselves will Christ the risen see.
Go tell His friends to meet Him at a place in Galilee."
And there upon the open page before me rimmed with gold
The risen Lord, My Savior, King, my own eyes did behold.

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Julie Arduini02/02/07
Loved the title, but the piece stands on its own just as nicely. Keep up the great work!
Donna Powers 02/04/07
Wow! This is a wonderful poem and I loved this retelling of the gospel. Very well done!
Mona Lisa02/05/07
I loved it. I always find it fascinating to hear the retold story of any given biblical story, especially one like yours, using precisely arranged words. I felt God's glory in this poem.
Bonnie Way02/06/07
WOW, great poem! Neat rhymes and images, good rhythm, loved your retelling of the Bible story. Very good!
Myrna Noyes02/08/07
CONGRATULATIONS on your well-deserved win1 :) I loved your poem and think you did a terrific job!
Tiffany Secula02/09/07
You can never go wrong with that topic! Loved it! You had amazing vision here! Congrats!
Jacquelyn Horne07/19/07
What wonderful poetry. Such a blessing to read.