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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Endless (01/09/14)

TITLE: Relative Logic
By Kimberly Miller
01/16/14


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The spoon always eventually scraps the bottom of the bowl,
The once full glass now extends its last drop;
The movie ends, the book is read, the lights go out-
Now thereís nothing left but emptiness and to begin something again.

Thereís endless beginnings that lead to ends,
In this day and age nothing remains,
"To death do us part" is now a clique saying-
All things arrive at their intended destination.

Unless they get lost, and perhaps then an end is desired,
Or maybe thereís heartache, and thus the end is yearned for,
Or maybe thereís exhaustion, and we pray the clock ticks faster-
I guess there seems to be no end to trials, busyness, or obligations.

Either we run out of things to do or our schedule is full,
Either weíre starving for food or our stomachs say no,
Either weíre longing for love or run from its touch,
Either we wish the day would last forever or we are anxious for its end.

All things end in their time and place,
All things must end to begin again;
But you say, ďThe cancer is still here and the debt not erased,
My schedule is full and the workload wonít wait,

Our prayers are not answered, our suffering persists,
He treats me like garbage I canít handle more years of this;
This season will not end, things just wonít change,
He tells me to persevere, when will He give me rest?

The money is not coming, I canít find a job,
My appetite is ravenous I canít overcome this addiction to drugs;
Iím needing help and His grace to save,
In my time of need has God abandoned me?Ē

We long for the end or hope it does not come,
We are complicated creatures we canít decide what we want;
We want trials and hardships and struggles to cease,
Yet pleasures and blessings and desires to increase.

We donít want to be busy but canít stand being bored,
We donít want to wake up yet fight the pillow at night,
We dive into relationships that we soon canít wait to escape,
We refuse to extend forgiveness to others yet expect it from them.

Now, my rambling Iím sure is tilting your head,
Further sideways as you ponder whatís being said
And try to come up with a rational conclusion,
Of what Iím trying to say about this endless delusion.

For nothing ends, all things persist,
Yet all things come to an end, even moments like this,
This poem seems unending, but thereís really a final line;
The point Iím trying to make is that much of life is relative.

We live for the moment, caught up in the day,
Wanting this thing or that thing to continue or to fade,
But in reality this is foolish, our eyes are set on the temporal,
For an eternal day awaits us and that eternal day will remain.

Letís make the most of the moment and press on in the trials,
For all things will come to an end in the twinkling of an eye,
The dawn will arise, He will flash across the sky,
We will awaken to the true day that will never diminish or pass away.

All things come to an end, thereís no escaping this truth,
But a life hidden in Christ will continue past this life
Into an eternity of pleasure, forever in union with the Son,
We will bask in His faithfulness and rest in His love.

When the struggles seem endless, letís remember whatís truly endless,
When the pleasures of this age are alluring, letís choose to ignore them
Remembering the longevity of our stay as but a moment in this world,
As pilgrims passing through, it is only our homeland that endures.


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Amelia Brown 01/19/14
I'm not sure if this is a poem or not....so I'm not sure to address the lines as paragraphs or stanzas, but the 1st group of words were my favourite.

There are little rhymes here and there but not consistent. for this line: "To death do us part" I think you meant "Till."

However, I do love the argument that you presented and your take on the topic. Keep writing.
Sheldon Bass 01/20/14
Very excellent thoughts on how: Many times we don't even know what we want and expect more than we are willing to give, etc.

I think this is written more like prose than poetry, though I'm no expert.

Keep on writing and letting it flow. Catch ya next timeóI gotta go. :)

Toni Babcock 01/20/14
You've got some great thoughts going on here. I would simmer it on a low burner and cook it down - the savory ingredients will be enhanced in their flavors, and leave your readers with a meal they will remember.
Michele Fleming 01/22/14
Great job at conveying the "endless" things we all face in life.

This type of writing is not my forte, therefore, I don't feel I can offer any kind of constructive criticism.

Godd luck and God bless!