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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Season(s) of a year or life (01/13/11)

TITLE: Season of the Cross
By Rachel Dorsey
01/19/11


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I was just a tiny sapling
My earliest memories-
Growing in the warm Sun
The cool earth beneath- my bed

Year after year, my arms grew
Branching out to touch the air
That blew through the leaves
Birds began to nestle in me

At dawn- I would hear the birds
Sing and I would awake
And at evening- their melody
Would cause me to sleep

Then- the Voice spoke
And I saw through the blur
Of the leaves
The One standing under the shade

Transfixed was I by His Words
Was He the One who that
All Creation waited for- to
Release us all from the curse?

Sorrow came suddenly
I was cut down
Brutally from the roots
No longer a home for the birds

I was sawn in pieces
Bound in ropes and
My pieces were put together
In a shape of the Cross

Then I heard that Voice again
Beneath me
His tear-stained face
Struggling with grief and hurt

I was laid on his back
And he carried me
Until he could no longer carry
And a soldier pushed a man

To finish the task
Of lugging this old wood
To the place they called Gologtha
And the soldiers planted me in the ground

He was nailed- cruelly so
Hand to Hand and feet upon feet
Two more crosses planted
Each man hung on each side of Him

A darkness crept over the sky
Of which I had never seen
It blurred out the sun
The wind whipped like a terror


I hear the Lord cry out
“ My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?”
How He wept on the Cross
For His Father


When He died, He was taken down
His disciples carried Him away
And I was dismantled
And forgotten

But The Voice came again
And said,
“Well done. You served me well
Being my Cross to bear.”


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Bonnie Bowden01/20/11
What a moving poem. I had never viewed the story of the cross from the tree's perspective before.

I wasn't sure what all the - marks were for, but the poem really struck a chord.
Nancy Bucca 01/22/11
Very creative and an interesting take on the cross from the tree's perspective.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/23/11
Wow! I liked the idea of the poem being from a tree's prespective. I thought it was a fresh idea. Then Is found myself holding my breath as the tree Was made into the cross.
diana kay01/24/11
this is a very clever poem. thank you. i have read other poems from the view of the tree that was made into the cross and this one is well written. thanks for writing this.