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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Hot and Cold (04/09/09)

TITLE: Cold Shoulders and Hot Sandals
By Patricia Herchenroether
04/12/09


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Their Teacher, Lord, and Master,
He who died but rose again,
commissioned His disciples:
Go ye forth and fish for men.

Empowered by The Spirit,
they went out to spread The News.
All could have eternal life-
gentiles, Romans, Greeks, and Jews.

In hot and dusty sandals,
facing coldness, scorn, and wrath
from soldiers, thieves, and vandals-
still, they trod the narrow path.

In one town, then to others,
at the merchant shops and shore-
they pressed upon their brothers,
“Don’t you yearn for Something More?”

When they spoke in synagogues
or the temples of high priests,
they were chased like mangy dogs,
caned by worshippers of beasts.

In hot and dusty sandals,
facing coldness, scorn, and wrath
from soldiers, thieves, and vandals-
still, they trod the narrow path.

Far afield, deprived of rest,
the men stumbled down the road,
foot-sore pilgrims put to test
by the burden of their load.

Their enthusiasm waned.
They were withered, overtaxed.
Stores of energy were drained
as the pangs of hunger waxed.

In hot and dusty sandals,
facing coldness, scorn, and wrath
from soldiers, thieves, and vandals-
still, they trod the narrow path.

In a wretched town of sinners,
they put timid knocks to wood;
Looking less and less like winners,
at the portal where they stood.

A welcome, not shrugged shoulder,
from the smiling Pharisee.
“Poor strangers, it grows colder;
come within! Share bread with me.”

They left, in dusted sandals,
fortified to face the wrath,
no dread of thieves and vandals-
strength renewed, they trod His Path.


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Jan Ackerson 04/16/09
Excellent!
Myrna Noyes04/20/09
Your title intrigued me, and your poem blessed me! You did a good job integrating the topic into your piece, and your message and words flowed well. Thank you for sharing this! :)
Diana Dart 04/20/09
Great entry! Superb imagery and flow.
Sonya Leigh04/20/09
This is a lovely poem! You used such a nice variety of well-chosen words, which added intrigue to the meter and rhyme of the poem. Very well done.
Deborah Porter 04/24/09
Hi Patricia. I just wanted to leave a quick note to congratulate you on your 3rd place win in Level 1, and to let you know you also ranked 26th overall (you really are doing very well!).

If you'd like to check the highest rankings for yourself, you can find them here:
http://www.faithwriters.com/Boards/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=25299

The highest rankings are posted every Thursday evening on the Message Boards.

Again, well done. With love, Deb (Challenge Coordinator)