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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: River (08/31/06)

TITLE: Somewhere On Another Shore
By Brenda Craig
09/02/06


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One moment I was bowing in my place of need, the next, I was walking on sandy shores.

Thoughts of others being here floated cloud-like through my heart. I felt the presence of their journey, encouraging me, wooing me.

Sands sifted between my toes, washing over my feet, cascading in rivulets of brush-like strokes across my skin. Mesmerized by little streams of water springing up with each step, I became oblivious to my previous surroundings.

Was there a yesterday, a today? I didnít know. I didnít remember.

Somewhere I was crying; somewhere in the shadows of another shore, now receding, I was beseeching, making way for my journey.

Waters began to whisper, ďCome.Ē

Rivulets from each step converged into trickling streams, splashing my ankles. It was then I noticed a white, linen-like cloth of luminous quality pressing against my legs. My eyes traveled up my form, delighted by the shimmering folds draping, enfolding me, touching my skin like wisps of velvet.

What had happened to my inadequacies, my dryness, my pain? I didnít know. I didnít remember. It didnít matter. Waters were whispering sighs of promised love.

Somewhere on another shore, shadows were fleeing; I was pleading. Somewhere I was interceding, pursuing my journey.

Light radiated with warmth, consuming every portion of me, shining out an incandescent beauty. Rainbows arched, reflecting out of my heart in notes of music appearing as liquid color. Things once invisible to the eye took on discernible life. Inanimate became animate. Scintillating songs of angels filled the atmosphere as I dipped my fingers in iridescent light surrounding me.

Was there a yesterday, a today? I didnít know. It didnít matter.

Waters began to sweep me away, speaking softly, ďCome.Ē

Babbling brooks ravished the shore with elegant sweeps of motion, carrying me deeper into its quintessence. Falling in graceful motion, I surrendered to its fluid embrace. Looking back, the shore had disappeared, swallowed by waters now flowing as a river. With eyes drawn to the horizon, to another shore, I became infused with exhilarating joy. My spirit flew in delight, compelled by intense desire to arrive, longing to be joined with something beautiful, something glorious. Dry and cracked places cried, longing to absorb and be absorbed.

Looking up, my breath escaped with sounds of delight. There He was, standing before me; clothed in brilliant folds of pure, white linen, dripping with scarlet beams of radiance. My river became a crystal sea as His hands reached out touching mine. Pulling me forward, He drew me to His side as waters once embracing me lifted me into His presence, whispering, ďGo.Ē

Somewhere on another shore I was being enraptured. Somewhere I was being filled, receiving from the journey where no today, tomorrow or yesterday exists. Only Him!

And He showed me a pure river of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.

He took my face in His hands, and Jesus stood and cried out, saying, If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes on Me, as the Scripture has said, ďOut of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.Ē

His voice, sounding like many waters, vibrated through my very being. It sealed every cracked place, saturated every dry bone of life, and filled every void to overflowing with His living water, until it poured forth from my belly. And in a moment the river He is and the river He called me to beómerged.

Somewhere on another shore my journey was ending, yet beginning anew.

Liquid hands pulled me gently. I receded, ebbing from His manifest presence, drifting back, carried away in the manner I came.

****

Carpet, plush and soft, feels like sand beneath my feet. Bowing in worship, I can see dewy moisture running across my skin in tiny droplets. And what is a piece of luminous thread doing wrapped around my leg? Remnants?

Was there a yesterday? I donít know. It doesnít matter, forÖ old things are passed away, behold, all things are become new.

****

Somewhere on another shore where a river is flowing from the throne of God and the Lamb, He is rejoicing.




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Rev22:1 (MKJV)
John 7:37, 38 (MKJV)
2Co 5:17 (KJV)


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Rita Garcia09/07/06
This powerful story resonated within my heart.
"And in a moment the river He is and the river He called me to beómerged."
Oh, what a picture this paints in my mind!

Thank you for the blessing. You lifted me up to a higher place!

Tamara Rodrigues09/07/06
Wow. Just awesome!
Valerie Routhieaux09/08/06
This is powerful. It lifted my spirit from first word to last.
Sue Dent09/08/06
It's so hard to comment on your pieces. Anything I say is inadequate. Mercy! Have you been there or what! Now I want to go too! I think I have found a consistent word to your pieces though. It is woo! ;) Only you could make a word like woo, work!!! Excellent. Absolutely exhillerating!
Joanne Sher 09/09/06
I'm with Sue - woo!! ;)You write with such beautiful, artistic brushstrokes. This is just lovely!
Tracey Jackson09/10/06
Beautiful, poetic writing! The rhythmn and flow is beautiful and captures how therapeutic and soothing water can be, yet ultimately you've captured that our Lord's presence provides this in an even more perfect way. Thanks for sharing.
Jan Ackerson 09/10/06
Absolutely mesmerizing. I love your repetition of "Somewhere on another shore..." So, so beautiful.
Joanne Malley09/10/06
The tranquility of your writing flows effortlessly. It's like poetry within a story. It's articulated in such a poetic language which I consider a true gift. Thanks for sharing your uniqueness once again. :) Jo
Beth Muehlhausen09/10/06
WOW! That's about all I can say! This is sooooo powerful!

As I read, I kept thinking: livingwaterlivingwaterlivingwater.

My favorite line:
"What had happened to my inadequacies, my dryness, my pain? I didnít know. I didnít remember. It didnít matter. Waters were whispering sighs of promised love."

Beautiful imagery. Beautiful message. Beautiful, period. :-)
Marty Wellington 09/10/06
Awesome! Truly Spirit-filled writing here with breathtaking descriptions and images of the true River of Life. Wow, imagine what we have to look forward to.
Donna Emery09/11/06
The wording was dreamlike but very expressive. It transported me to a very peaceful place. Thanks for this wonderful writing!
Donna Haug09/11/06
Beautiful! Poetry in prose. I loved the image of the dry and cracked soaking it all in. Very good work.
Alexandra Wilkin09/13/06
In a word: excellent. God bless. xx
Ann FitzHenry09/14/06
Congratulations, Brenda!
Teri Wilson09/14/06
Woo hoo Brenda! Way to go. Congrats on your win.
Suzanne R09/14/06
This is just magnificent. Your choice of words - the content - everything. Wow - I'm blown away.

Congratulations!
Jan Ross09/14/06
Congratulations on your "Third Place" win!

I've waited for so long to be able to comment! This is incredible writing -- I can feel the peacefulness of the "river" as we are beckoned to "come"! Poetic prose at its best!

God bless you, my friend, as you continue to grow in your gifts and talents! Very, very well done ... AWESOME!
william price09/15/06
THIRD PLACE!!! Congratulations Brenda. Seeing your name there made me so happy to see your talent be rewarded.
God bless.
Laurie Glass09/15/06
Lovely descriptions. Congrats on your 3rd place win.