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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: White (10/29/09)

TITLE: A Life of White
By Jeremy Kirby


A Life of White

My cheeks, burning and red from the blistering cold, melted each soundless flake as they rested atop my 6 year old face. The Heavenly white snow descended ever so peacefully from the heavy clouds that hung in the midday sky.
At the bottom of the tallest slide on the playground, was the largest puddle on the playground, frozen through and smooth as glass. All of us fought over who would slide on it, too small to for the 8 or so of us to occupy. Finally before recess had ended, I won my place on the puddle. As I slid playfully from edge to slippery edge, a dreadful thing happened. My feet found their place above my waist and my head buried itself in the granite solid puddle.
Crystals. White and beautiful.

My life seemed so marred, polluted. I married for love and love is all she gave me. I didnít deserve such a beautiful woman, such a wonderful wife. Maybe the pain of knowing I had epilepsy, knowing that one snowy day was an incurable disaster. Maybe knowing that my sister died slowly and sadly from this same debilitating disease was too much of a stress factor. Is that the one terrible reason for this addiction? Is that why I cheated on my too perfect wife?
Then, to top it all off, He came and spoke to me. He came and forgave me. He took all of my sins and all of the blackness of my soul and washed them away. Now regardless of what I was and how terrifyingly long I was that way, I am spotless. Pure and white as the driven snow.

The miles are apparent and clear in the spots on the hands of this old man. My once thick hair is just a little thinner now, and blindingly white. The job loss was an easy transition, my family dying all around me wasnít that difficult. I learned how to rest in the hard times of my life. Not because they were easy, no they were devastating and heart-breaking. I remember the time when I learned to look the Master in the eye and walk on water, figuratively speaking. I used to think I would sink, until I was broken enough to have no other choice. My Master, my Jesus, my Father has held me through the entirety of my life.
Now the end is near, the lives that have been changed through my pain and my experience are more than a satisfying recovery. I look back with no regrets despite the mistakes Iíve made. He knows how to make good out of evil things.
Those spots do stand out against her ivory locks. The soft touch, as it brushes over my skin never got old, like we did. Placing my hands at the nape of her neck, lacing my fingers through her beautifully white hair, pulling her lips closer to mine has never been so new, so fresh.
Ours eyes close, our lips connect and then it happens. I always knew it would and I always yearned for it.
Crystals. White and beautiful.

Hand in hand, we walked towards the brilliant light radiating from something. Something that I know very intimately, someone who I never saw before. Then I looked into His eyes and we walked into forever, into the beginning, into white.

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Philippa Geaney 11/06/09
I know that WHITE! I got a little lost in your writing and had to go back and sort things out a bit. Could be just me. But I know the white of which you speak.
Marie Fink11/11/09
A beautiful account of love and forgiveness. A little rough, but please keep writing.