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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Season(s) of a year or life (01/13/11)

TITLE: The End
By Kristi Peifer
01/18/11


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The air is stifling as I trudge down the dimly lit path.
With each step the pall increases, weighing heavily on my soul.
This darkness has no solace. The muddy expanse of sky is of my own making.
I shudder, a chill enveloping the last bit of warmth I have held in my feeble grasp.

It wasn’t always this way.
I strain, willing myself to recall the faint memories of those clear days.
Once, once I knew the gentle breeze and the comfort of the sun’s rays.
Where have they gone?
Now there is only the condemnation of this constant winter.

Wasn’t this supposed to be the easy way? The wide and well-trod path.
Where are my fellow sojourners?
I am alone, my only company the voices in the shadows.
Mercilessly they berate me, chronicling my vices, sentencing me to misery.

My strength fails me. Defeated, I fall in a heap on the cold stone way.
I gasp for air, each breath assaulting me.
Regret festers within me, stinging me over and over again.
This must be the end.

The voices—the scorching, damning voices—are strangely silent.
I lift my eyes. Where are my accusers?
They have become the accused.

The Voice.
I remember that Voice.
Strong. Firm. The Voice of comfort.
It has been so long!

With a quiet determination, He calls out to me.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”*

A slow, steady rain begins to pelt my spent form.
It is a cleansing rain.
No, miraculously, this is not the end.
The season of refining has come, and spring will come again.


*Matthew 11:28 (NIV)


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/22/11
The poem was so heavy in the beginning, but as I read the words made my heart The last verse is beautiful. Well done!
Colin Swann01/23/11
I like this free verse. Some really good descriptive work. Good writing!
Laury Hubrich 01/23/11
I believe I've walked this road. Nice job in describing the hard times and then the hope that comes at the end.
Brenda Rice 01/23/11
Nice flow, very descriptive and a very encouraging word.
Thanks for sharing.
Beth LaBuff 01/23/11
Of the entries I've read, I've not read many on "seasons of life"… I can relate your poem to several Bible stories, "the woman caught in adultery" is one. I really like how you ended this… with the image of cleansing rain… and hope!
Verna Cole Mitchell 01/24/11
I love how your whole poem leads to leaving the burden and receiving the cleansing rain.
Patricia Protzman01/27/11
Congratulations on your EC win.
Carol Slider 01/27/11
A very moving, heartfelt poem, with a nice glimpse of hope at the end. Well done--Congratulations!