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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Don't Cut off Your Nose to Spite Your Face" (without using the actual phrase or litera (02/14/08)

TITLE: THE CRUMPLED FIND
By K. J. Cash
02/16/08


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What does it take to shake my
Underlying sense of worth?
How about the note I found;
Uncrumpled it, to see inside,
“I wish my mom was dead.” Dear God,
Will you please pour out your grace?

If it were not for sheer grace,
I’d cleave through this chest of mine,
Halt my heart, and forfeit God.
How she would mourn my lost worth;
Rent seam rains blood from springs inside;
Slick piles of uncorked entrails found.

My crumpled, brooding body found,
Marinating in disgrace,
Holding epistles of gore inside;
Like it or not, this life of mine
Is gone, for I’m judged unworthy
By you—your fault—cry to God!


Poorly thus, I’ve treated God.
Many a crumpled note He’s found;
Me, solo, denying His worth,
Charging helter-skelter o’er grace.
Why so merciless to my
Daughter? She is like me inside.

Flesh cloaks the spirit’s war inside;
Torn are the tears that shriek to God;
He mends and binds these wounds of mine;
Strength to live His life, I’ve found,
Is the purest essence of grace.
The life of Christ—my only worth.

Departed, can I be of worth?
By mortal death or death inside?
Smooth out my garment—crumpled grace—
Robe me with likeness of my God.
Motherhood is all I’ve found
For this life, this love, of mine.

My worth found inside God’s grace.

Grace to crumple a note of no worth;
My newness tailored from inside;
God’s life for me, for she, is found.


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LauraLee Shaw02/21/08
Overflowing with depth, I found this hard to get through without shedding tears. Your parallel between God and earthly parents is a great lesson for every believer, and especially this mommy. Thank you for sharing your gift.
Jan Ackerson 02/23/08
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...so rich in meaning, in poetic excellence, in feeling. This is one of the best poems I've read on this site.
Beth LaBuff 02/23/08
Very beautifully written! I love this, "My crumpled, brooding body found, Marinating in disgrace, Holding epistles of gore inside;" Excellent thoughts and writing!
Dianne Janak02/26/08
As much as my daughter loves her baby triplets right now, I told her there may be times they break your heart, but you go on loving them anyway. This poem is priceless, meaningful, beautiful and a reminder of God's love for us regardless... Great writing.
Janice Cartwright03/26/08
All I can say is a crumpled "Wow!" Any words would be inadequate for this splendid poem.