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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Hide and Seek (08/07/08)

TITLE: Ode to madness.
By Danielle King
08/13/08


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Tell me,

Who were the soldiers camped out on your lawn,
Through the dead of the night, ‘til the first light of dawn?
Where did they flee to when duties discarding,
They left with no trace of their presence?


Where was the harlot who shared your home,
Tormenting your thoughts with her whisperings?
Another so clever to hide herself quickly,
So none could accuse of misgivings.


We don’t see the spirits that haunt you,
We don’t hear their voices accusing, condemning.
But we know you, and you wouldn’t deceive,
You tell only what you believe.


We hoped that we’d helped you to deal with things past,
Of rebuff from the family who loved you,
But they, like your friends, sought to hurt and reject,
Becoming the enemy too.


They showed me a picture, a beautiful woman,
In uniform, head tilted high.
“This is your patient, nurse, in her prime,
She served with ‘the men who fly.’


A sensitive soul belied the composure,
Erroneously captured in time.
No one foresaw the effects that a war,
Would have on young Kate Consterdine.


The doctor was called to the bedside,
His patient refused to come down,
She was hiding herself beneath blankets,
There were enemy armies in town!


Alas,
There was no time for shirkers. On British soil,
In post war years, all must toil,
Those too, unwilling if able and fit,
But in young Katy’s soul, a spark had been lit!


The harrowing reality of death and destruction,
Had fired in the psyche a violent eruption,
“What’s this about, are we born yet to die,
With nothing between,
But to mourn and to cry.
Are we here without purpose,
Adrift on a sea, a colourless ocean,
Eternally.”


For young Katy troubled, and oh, so alone,
A need deep within caused her spirit to groan,
And with arms reaching out to the heavens did moan,
“If you’re real God in heaven, please make yourself known.”


“I’m here troubled spirit, I’m waiting for you,
I called you before you called me,
For all who seek find me, and I will not hide,
From those who seek earnestly.”


So Katy committed her life unto God,
With a fervour and passion unknown.
Devouring His word, with a need to be heard,
God’s commission consumed her whole soul.


There were many in whom Katy’s words struck a chord,
And longed for the freedom she’d found in her Lord.
And God from his storehouse of riches outpoured,
Many blessings on those who took heed of His word.


Lost sheep were to follow His path unto Life
Eternal, accepting that He’d paid the price.
The healing and wholeness bestowed upon Kate,
Was witness enough that none should wait.


The evil one stalked a familiar route,
And a moment of human frailty,
Saw Katy fall foul of the evil one’s prowl,
In an unguarded moment he came.


Her thoughts turned from God to the worries and cares,
That had held her in bondage and fear,
Once more her imaginings, crowded, distorted,
Until the small voice she heard.


“I’m here troubled spirit; I’m waiting for you,
I called you before you called me.
For all who seek find me, and I will not hide
From those who seek earnestly.”


“For my given purpose for your precious life,
You knew not, I didn’t reveal,
But I who give guidance to all those who seek,
Delight in the soul that is weak.”


“I’m longing to mend broken people like you,
To speak through your troubles and care,
My strength is made perfect in weakness you see,
And my word is, I’ll always be there!”


“For those who seek find me,
And I will not hide,
From those who seek earnestly.”


So taking the Lord at his word, Kate gave thanks,
And praise for His mercy and grace.
A lesson was learned,
Walk in faith, not in fear,
And God will not hide His face.


For those who seek find Him
And He will not hide,
From those who seek earnestly.


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Sunny Loomis 08/14/08
I like this poem. A suggestion: some of the verses don't rhyme, and the rhymes don't follow consistently through the poem. Overall, a good job and story. Keep writing.