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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Banquet - deadline 8-16-12 10 am NY time (08/09/12)

TITLE: Private banquet on the backside...
By Linda Goergen


I was blind—so they brought me
to the old tent meeting

and placed me

on the backside—of the open side,
for safety’s sake, away from the isle

in case the spirit moved

while the preacher preached
sight to the blind

freely given if claimed by faith

by those born, defected,
seed of some sin, unknown

to them, until revealed

to give—give the preacher bid,
give it and claim it

to open heaven’s door

I turned my chair around
toward a nearby sassafras tree

basking in the root beer fragrance

so sweet, I wondered if the tree
retained the scent of Holy

like God’s breath

beckoning, joyously,
came the bird’s hymn, heavenly

music to my ears

superseding the tent roar,
it testified, majestically

like angels or the distant thunder

arousing, announcing, alerting
of His presence—I became aware

my foot stirred

the smell of earth,
my own creation, humbled me

and I was fed

my soul, my senses, gently, softly
feasted on the banquet

privately set for me

beyond the tent,
where they expected me to see

I tasted the Lord

as they sang,
“Bring down the rain” inside

a soft handed breeze outside

dripped raindrop wine upon my tongue.
I communed and refused to move

to join their dance

so they pitied me—their belief
of my lack of faith

bled through sorrowful voices

that would not listen,
as they led me away—all they could see

was me—unhealed

but I walked away glad—oh so glad,
I could not see the blind faces

that believed I missed God tonight.

1 Peter 2:2-3: Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.

Footnote: I pray no one is offended by the setting and content...If you are I apologize in advance! I definitely believe in healing and love revival meetings. I just don’t always agree with the approach of some people or groups that seems to want to keep God in a box. I know God touches and feeds people in His way, heals or doesn't heal for His reasons and works outside of, and in spite of, foolish and empty “religious” notions or rituals.

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C D Swanson 08/16/12
A brilliant entry and account of what some of "these healing revivals" are all about. I too believe in healing, and the Spirit of Jesus Christ...however, some, as you have so accurately described, are the reason we have discerning spirits to know what is REAL and of God.

Just so well-written, and loved the imagery and the metaphors you supplied. Especially the smell of "root beer" from the tree. Great job. Thanks.

God Bless~
Catrina Bradley 08/16/12
Oh.... I am both struck speechless and am bubbling with accolades. Stunningly beautiful. My heart thanks you.
Noel Mitaxa 08/17/12
Beautifully descriptive. A minor fault was to mispell "aisle" (but aisle forgive you for that!)
A great reply to the view that people aren't healed because they lack faith - one of the most brutal things we can say to anyone. Our faith is in God; rather than in how much faith we have.
Excellent work
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/18/12
This powerful poem is one to read again and again--to treasure.
Danielle King 08/18/12
Absolutely stunning, beautifully descriptive and inspiring work. I agree with every word in your footnote.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 08/18/12
Wow this is so awesome. I had goosebumps. It's amazing how much more the blind can see! Your poem speaks volumes. As someone with chronic health problems for over 24 years I can so relate. I don't know how many times I've been told if I had enough faith, or if I thought positive that I would be healed. God had other plans in mind for me and my family. I really can relate to this and it is a favorite of mine. God doesn't always tie life into neat little bows.
Ellen Carr 08/19/12
Very poignant. You have addresssed a real issue beautifully in this poem. I have a friend with cerebral palsy who has people suggest prayer for healing, while she does a wonderful ministry as she is. Thank you.
Nancy Bucca08/19/12
Beautiful and well written. I love your descriptions of everything the MC felt. It was almost as if I was right there experiencing it myself.

FYI, I saw the note at the end, and appreciate it. Though I know without a doubt that Jesus did purchase healing for us on the cross, I also know that faith can't be forced - it has to come through relationship with the author and finisher of it, according to Hebrews 12:1-2. Anything else is witchcraft, a work of the flesh. And that's something we as Christians do not need.

Besides, it sounds as if your MC has already received the greatest miracle of all: salvation!
Danielle King 08/23/12
Congratulations Linda on your well deserved ribbon.
C D Swanson 08/23/12
Congratulations Linda on your oustanding poem and win! I loved this...great job.

God bless you,

Lillian Rhoades 08/23/12
This poem was your pulpit. From it you preached a powerful message and did it brilliantly.
Congratulations on a worthy win!