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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Vines (11/21/05)

TITLE: Crushed and Bittersweet
By Kim Stairs
11/26/05


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CRUSHED AND BITTERSWEET

The sun is beating down on me. I feel something strange going on inside my small being. What is this creation taking place? I am not sure I can explain.

I am growing beside many others, and we are all entwined together. Everyday we are getting stronger. How long will we be left outside in this sweltering weather? No covering to shelter our gentle form. No knowing of why we were born.

What wonderful feelings are encompassing my growing shape. I am no longer a tiny seed. I feel full, sweet, juicy almost complete. The other fruit of my vine also appear to be plump and red waiting to be used for our design. So we rest quietly, patiently to be chosen.

A touch. A sting. Now what is happening? I have been isolated from my vine. However, I feel comforted beside the others. We have been moving for some time. Now dumped out upon a press, I feel pain as I am crushed. Could I have been created for such a crime to be a fruit so beautiful, and them my body broke to create only wine?

I am transformed, smooth and bold now inside a dark vessel. What will become of my new form? Suddenly, I feel a hand so gentle and meek. I have felt this touch before. Only one I know could hold me so true. For it is my Creator I see as He is pouring me into a cup so dark; yet, so full of love.

I did not choose this dark time to be created, but I was chose for this moment to dine with my Designer. To be His last drink at a dinner so sorrowful, but more powerful than ever imagined, “Do not forget to do this in remembrance of me.” Jesus shares as He pours me out. I am a symbol of His death.

A fruit from the vine broke and crushed to drink. The blood shed for you and me. Jesus so beautifully made, also to be broken and crushed. Only He could drink this cup. He stands and the blood flows still to this day. In remembrance of His sacrifice He offers you to come and drink a wine so bittersweet.


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Mtheto Hara11/29/05
It's unique and Interesting and I quite like it . God bless you as you continue in your writing.
Anita Neuman11/29/05
Your writing has a very lyrical quality to it. Quite nice!
Kate Wells11/30/05
Very nice...especially the ending.
Garnet Miller 12/01/05
We all have our purpose in this life! A very unique story. Thanks for sharing it:)