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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)

TITLE: A Beautiful Disaster
By Sherry Castelluccio
02/08/08


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I ran away at a young age, never to return.
I married him at 17, my love for him, it burned.
But suddenly I was alone, the baby only two.
How could I know he’d up and leave?
There was nothing I could do.

I got a job, worked night and day, just trying to survive.
My little girl grew restless. I never heard her stifled cries
From the bedroom where she laid her head;
She pined and yearned for you. I wished that I could heal her pain,
But there was nothing I could do.

She grew up strong and fearless, bad choices she would make,
Leaving broken hearts and dreams scattered in her wake.
I prayed with all my being, I could rewind and start anew.
But alas, our fate was sealed, and there was nothing I could do.

Then one day I ran across a letter she had written.
It spoke of how in love she was, by golly she was smitten!
I tried to warn, I tried to plead but her heart ran after you.
I felt like I was losing her and there was nothing I could do.

One bright and sunny morning she linked her arm in mine.
I tried to keep from crying, but the tears flowed from my eyes.
I confessed of all my many sins, those hidden and those seen.
Then with shame I asked the preacher,
“How could God forgive someone like me?”

The scriptures, they were read aloud, they told the story true-
Of how Jesus died upon the cross so that all could be brand new.
“It’s in his blood.” The preacher said and I knew that it was true.
Jesus didn’t want to die, but there was nothing he could do.

He came to save the world from wretched sinners just like me.
I don’t quite understand it, but now I know that I am free.
I guess there is a purpose for everything that we go through-
You didn’t want for me to suffer but there was nothing you could do.

So here I sit in this old pew giving praise where praise is due.
Glory, honor, adoration, I leave them all for you.
You changed me from the inside out, You made feel brand new.
I’m so thankful for all the times there was nothing you could do.


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Joanne Sher 02/15/08
A lovely story poem - very meaningful and poignant. Wonderful message, too.
Rebecca O'Connor02/15/08
This tells just how amazing God's love reaches beyond where we take ourselves. God cannot seem to be able to help Himself but to love us, which is an awesome security!
Dolores Stohler02/16/08
A poem from the heart--loved it--a warm and honest testimony.
Laury Hubrich 02/17/08
Wow! This is a wonderful poem. I thoroughly enjoyed the reading experience:)
Laury
Fiona Dorothy Stevenson02/17/08
Poignant, well written, but loses rythym and rhyme here and there. Perhaps better titled 'Nothing I Can Do'. God bless you.
Sharlyn Guthrie 02/17/08
Your poem is meaningful and hopeful. The phrase 'by golly' didn't seem to fit the voice of the rest of the poem in my opinion. I like the way you hinted at a lover taking the daughter away.
LauraLee Shaw02/19/08
What a beautiful poem of God's grace. I love how He pursues us. Thank you so much for sharing this piece of encouragement for all who hurt.


   
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