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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Century or Centuries (02/17/11)

TITLE: Steps
By Eric Wharton


Feel the void. I Am.
The precipice is yours aloneó
Turn and flee Ö or step.

I stand at the edge of that which Iíve searched for many years. My faith has led me here, but my faith has also made me stop. Is it the subtle shift in a fetch of wind, the lack of earthy smell, the flat falsetto of echoless sound, the yawn of emptiness? Or is it His Spirit that bids me pause to consider where Iíve been, to understand where I am, and to contemplate where I must go. For not all that arrive proceed. Perhaps I will not, as well. Itís that which gives me pauseóan examination of my self. I find no knowledge in my experience of the empty space I know is before me. I only fear it. If only I could step.

He who eats canít sleep.
Righteousness my sustenance.
So the sages say.

Iíve followed most of their doctrines, centuries old it would seem. Can that many discover so much difference in a single event, for that many millenniums? Or are we simply the three blind men that Jesus healedóMud-ists, Spit-ites, and Touch-ians. Jesus is the Way, Jesus is the Truth, and Jesus is the Light. Even though we belong to The Way, or The Truth, or The Light, itís always through Jesus we must go. As my hunger for the daily bread of righteousness mounts, Iím reminded that itís not manís many rules, but Godís absolute rule I followóand under his rule there is no sleep for righteousness, and no praise from the grave. The time is now. If only I could step.

Seeking peace and hope,
I pass through gnarled oaken doorsó
His limbed cathedral.

I seek solace in a forest draped in His lush robes, stepping along a path of autumn auburn and aurum. I become filled with wonder and fear simultaneously, falling to my knees on a footstool of crackly leaves. Godís true character may remain cloaked in dank mist rising from the humus of humanity, yet his wisdom is apparent. The intricacy, complexity, and diversity that surround me strikes wonder, though its fathomless deep invokes trepidation. There are so many paths to choose. Some are wide that will lead to apparent destinations. Others are narrow that seem to diminish and fade to nothing. Only one is correct, but which? Which ones lead to open doors, and which to closed? Only the Spirit knows and it is to Him I have turned. It is He who guided me inexorably to this precipice, for no step was made by my command. I was led, and will be again. I open wide my arms to the limitless sky. I lean. If only I could step.

I do feel the void.
The precipice is mine aloneó
Iíll not turn, Iíll step.

He gives me lift ... I fly.

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Helen Curtis02/26/11
This is a very detailed and intense piece of writing. Very descriptive.
Beth LaBuff 02/27/11
Your use of the verse between paragraphs is so very good. You have a good message!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/27/11
This is really deep and intense, I'm not sure if I understood it all, lout I could feel your parson burning the words onto the computer screen,
Bonnie Bowden 02/28/11
A very dramatic and intense piece. I liked the transitional words between paragraphs.
diana kay03/03/11
well done on the highly commended spot :-)