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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: "Splash" 4-11-13 Deadline (04/04/13)

By Pauline Carruthers



My son once said that others were his mother and father and brothers. I should have felt hurt, but I didn’t! Love has to let go and allow the loved one to travel the path laid out for him from the day of his conception. Love has to stand by now…… and watch.
I’m going where I would rather not go! The road is dry and dusty and the dust covers me like an all consuming shroud. I’m jostled from all sides, moving sideways, backwards, forwards, but I keep moving, knowing I have to be there. I can’t see him now. The crowds are pressing in on me, my arms are flailing out as I struggle to maintain my balance. I dare not fall, allowing thousands of menacing feet to trample me into the dust, though the temptation to let go is beginning to filter into my mind. I can feel my heart beating to escape from my body and the tears feel like rivers making channels through the layer of dust on my face. But I need to be there!

I can see him now and I feel a mother’s thankfulness that someone else carries his cross. Though he is bent almost double with agony he looks up, almost as though he expects to see me. His beautiful compassionate eyes seek my own pain filled gaze and I know that what Simeon told me so many years ago is happening. ‘This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own heart too.’

The jostling ceases and I know we have reached the top of the hill . From a distance I hear the hammering and I know the nails are tearing his hands and feet. The cross is raised high and I dare to look at his face once more. The silence of the crowd is almost deafening and I hear him tell John to take care of me. My heart knows who he is, this son of mine, but it is a knowledge that is only to be held in my heart. I can’t help asking why my God has allowed this, but I know the answer and I know that if he asks, then a legion of angels will release him from the ties that bind him. But I also know that he will not ask, for he has a destiny to fulfil. The sky darkens and the air is still with anticipation. There are those who are expecting a miracle. They don’t know that the miracle is happening, though beyond their perception. The battle between our God and the powers of darkness is about to be won.

I love him. I carried his unborn form within my own body, gave birth to him, nurtured him through his childhood and now I have to let him go. Back to his Father. I hear him say, ‘It is finished’ and ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do’. He is gone from me and a sword pierces my heart.

A soldier thrusts his sword and pierces his side. The blood gushes like a torrent and hit’s the ground.

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Nancy Bucca04/12/13
Oh, what a gripping story showing Mary's take on her life with Jesus and how she must have felt at His crucifixion! That SPLASH! at the end took me by surprise, as a splash should. You did a great job with this.
C D Swanson 04/15/13
Powerful. Very well done, and well written.

Good job. God bless~
Judith Gayle Smith04/17/13
Wow. Most excellent. I felt I was Mary, enduring the most horrendous loss a mother could ever imagine. Thank you for taking me into her ravaged heart.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/18/13
Congratulations on ranking 7th in level one and 40 overall! (The highest rankings can be found in the message boards)
Marion Caragounis04/21/13
A very evoking piece of writing, I walked with this woman....