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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: 24 Hours (01/27/11)

TITLE: Simon's Soliloquy
By Verna Cole Mitchell
02/01/11


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In borrowed tomb, they laid Him,
My Master, yesterday.
My hope has died with Jesus’ death,
My Light of joy, extinguished.
The bleakness of this twilight hour
Brings darkness to my soul.

No one but He had understood
My brash impulsiveness
Nor loved me quite so dearly.
What wretched man denied Him in
His hour of sorest need?
‘Twas I—Oh, God, forgive me.

My hope has died with Jesus’ death,
My Light of joy, extinguished.
I’d glanced just once at Mary near the cross,
Her shoulders bent with pain,
As if the sword that pierced His side
Had pierced her flesh as well.

So many blessed hours now, I hold in memory.
While sitting at His feet to hear Him speak,
I learned the truths He wanted all to know.
I see the happy faces still
Of lame He made to walk and blind He made to see
And families of loved ones He had healed.

I treasure moments I recall,
Like when I walked on water.
I would not have been sinking,
Had I kept my eyes on Him.
And once the very Son of God
Did kneel and wash my feet.

He changed my name to Peter, meaning rock;
He said that He would build His church on me.
I’ve wondered what He meant when He said that.
Nor did I understand His words to Jews,
That if the temple were to be torn down,
In three days, He’d restore it once again.

I’ll never comprehend the love
He showed to everyone,
To lonely ones, the sad, and sinners all,
To Judas who betrayed Him, or to Jews,
Who had Him beaten cruelly
And later put to death upon the cross.

Where can we go from here?
Our Teacher, Master, Lord
Has gone from us for good,
And now we have no one whom we can follow.
My hope has died with Jesus’ death,
My Light of joy, extinguished.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

In 24 short hours,
My world has turned around.
The darkness of the twilight hour
Cannot invade my soul.
All glory be to our great God;
His Son is resurrected.

When first I heard He’d risen,
I could not believe it true;
I ran to see the tomb where He had lain.
When He appeared among us,
Where we’d hidden from the Jews,
I could have leaped and shouted out for joy.

He showed us where His wounds had been
And helped us understand His prophecies.
He breathed on us His living Holy Spirit,
Then sent us out to share life in His name.
My hope has been revived with His return;
My Light of joy’s alive forevermore.


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Barbara Lynn Culler02/04/11
Beautiful story of forgiveness and hope.
Carol Slider 02/04/11
I love the transformation from despair to hope! Your poems are always a joy to read. Well done!
Charla Diehl 02/04/11
What a lovely telling from Peter's perspective of the hope we have in Jesus.
Laury Hubrich 02/04/11
Can you imagine seeing Jesus alive and then everything He every taught you comes to mind and the puzzles pieces start to fit together? What an awesome picture you create.
Colin Swann02/05/11
A wonderful story in rhyme. Thanks!
Beth LaBuff 02/05/11
I love how you've captured Simon, with his "brash impulsiveness" and the emotion of "what wretched man denied Him…. 'Twas I --Oh, God, forgive me." I could feel the latter. As with all the disciples, the turn-around after the resurrection was profound. I love the poetic beauty of this, "The darkness of the twilight hour Cannot invade my soul." This soliloquy is magnetic, and a testament to Simon's life.
Noel Mitaxa 02/06/11
A wonderful window into the mind of the apostle who we can all identify with so easily. Yet you have expressed a fresh insight. Very brave in the light of our familiarity, and very clear in the result.
Loren T. Lowery02/07/11
There can never be a more important day - filled with inestimable love and grace. The before and after you painted here makes for a day of reverent reflection.
william price02/08/11
A great job from your descriptive, emotional opening to your love for the Lord. An excellent protrayal of Simon's transition during that time. I loved your use of repitition and your slow deliberate pace so we could abosrb each line, each thought, each message. Very well done! God bless.
Bonnie Bowden02/08/11
A beautifully written poem. It has the feel of Simon Peter speaking of all the times he shared throughout the life of Jesus.
Karlene Jacobsen 02/09/11
Even after learning to critique poetry in my English class, I can't. All I see is a thing of beauty, written in such a way that I see the picture being painted.
Carol Penhorwood 04/07/12
You have captured it...the shame, the wonder, the Truth.