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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Purple (11/05/09)

TITLE: The Purple Platitude
By Jennifer Wetter
11/11/09


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Today no one has ever heard my story
Or has ever thought to ask
Perhaps to them I was just another piece of clothing
Just another forgotten piece of history, another piece of trash

Maybe you'll speculate I am a person or an animal
Or maybe even some gold or just another useless artifact
But who or what I am may simply surprise you
I no longer hold my purpled beauty but I still remain intact

His journey has begun many hours
Before Him and I had first ever met
Yet within his blood, pain and tears
I know those hours he'd never soon forget

When His broken heart and battered body
First touched my purple cloth, I would learn His story
Once the Lord God on High
Came to Earth, forever leaving His former glory

Mary, Joseph and an animal stable
In an unknown place, an unknown town called Bethlehem
Heaven's angelic hosts singing to God on high
And the three traveling wise men

In Jerusalem, the Last Supper shared with His disciples
He predicted his betrayal and the one who'd bring His very death
His blood is shed, his body shared
His heart is broken, pained by such little time He has left

On his knees in the Garden of Gethsemane
He pleaded and he prayed
If possible please let this cup pass from my lips
Please let there be some other way

Heaven was silent, you wept with such great despair
Was your prayer even heard
Judas arrived, the mob close behind
A gentle kiss was placed upon your cheek, a silent word

Then you were taken before your very own
You were mocked, scorned and crowned with thorns
While you beaten, flogged and mocked
I clung to you bloody skin, the only thing you'd worn

The purple robe soaked with your crimson blood
Your tear-stained and heartbroken sweat
I thought perhaps the worst was over
But to my horror this wasn't even the worst of it yet

You were mocked, beaten and scorned
The King of the Jews became your final epitaph
On your back you carried the Cross to Calvary
I clung to your skin, not certain what to make of that

In your final hours, you gazed heavenward one last time
And begged them, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.”
For a moment clinging to your last breath
I clung to your skin, knowing what such a gift from God were you

Purple is nobility, the color of royalty
Such as the one who died wearing me
Now here I remain such a vivid color such beauty
Of the reason why Christ was crucified for humanity


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Mildred Sheldon11/13/09
Thank you for sharing such a story about the purple cloak Christ wore the day He gave His life for ours.
Laury Hubrich 11/15/09
I like this POV. Good job on this poem.