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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Singing (10/31/05)

TITLE: The Rocks Still Wait
By Jan Ackerson


We are pebbles and stones, rocks and boulders, and we are barely aware—not really conscious at all in the way that creatures with blood in their veins are conscious. The pulse of life is too rapid for us. A child is born…he cries…an old man gasps his last breath a few fleeting moments later--what are those paltry seconds to a rock? Centuries pass, and we watch them dimly, measuring time by our own reshaping, worn down by the gradual forces of wind and water.

But on that day, we were ready to sing.

We sprang to awareness with the sound of a donkey’s hooves. Fully conscious after centuries of slumber, we knew that we were in the presence of the Creator. Listening, silently observing, we waited as He and his company made their way down the path. No one paid us any mind—who heeds a stone except to kick it off the path? The donkey stepped carefully, though, and many of us felt an unfamiliar coolness as we were bedecked with branches of palms. Hosanna, sang the people thronging the Creator. Hosanna!

The song filled the air, resonated in our veins—bloodless veins of quartz and silica. We longed to voice our own hosannas. We were ready—eager—to sing.

From the crowd a voice, granite-hard, interrupted the song. Make them stop this ridiculous singing! But the Creator’s reply was as smooth as talc: If I silence my people, these stones will sing to me.

Oh, how we longed to sing!

The Creator rode by, still accompanied by songs of praise which slowly faded into eternity. On that day, He did not need the rocks to cry out.

So now we wait until His return, when we will sing the song that we learned as He passed by. We are rocks, and the song is part of us now. We do not easily release our grasp. The passage of time means little to us; we wait to sing the song.


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Marilyn Schnepp 11/07/05
Oh, how I loved this story! My attention span is minimal- but I loved it from first to last! Beautiful thoughts and very unique.
Linda Watson Owen11/08/05
I really like this idea! Wish I had thought of it for a poem! You've presented it well!
Ann Grover11/08/05
"smooth as talc" - Oh, clever! Well done... from beginning to end.
Jeffrey Snell11/09/05
Excellent! A novel POV and written very concisely. Good job!
Denise Stanford11/09/05
Excellent view point choice...don't you love that Scripture. You invoked a desire in this reader to hear those rocks sing!
Sally Hanan11/09/05
What an excellent piece, and judging by the number of views you have had it will probably be in the editors' choice too. You somehow managed to make this realistic and not frufru, if you know what I mean :)
Pat Guy 11/09/05
I've always loved this passage - it invoked wonderful images for me. Just like this - wonderful!
Anita Neuman11/09/05
I liked the "smooth as talc" line, too. This was SO well-written - absolutely beautiful. Great intro, compelling story, and fabulous wrap-up. All-around WONDERFUL!
Shari Armstrong 11/09/05
Very nice - very creative!
Brandi Roberts11/09/05
Wow! You got right in there and made me feel like a rock! Great job!
Debbie Sickler11/09/05
Wonderfully creative Jan!!! How did you ever come up with rocks from 'singing'? This was so well written-you're a rock star! ;)
Suzanne R11/10/05
Ooh, I love this! I especially like the way you compare the rocks' perception of time, comparing it to the baby's cry and the old man's gasping breath all being like in a split second. This is just BEAUTIFUL.
terri tiffany11/10/05
Great writing! You made the rocks so alive!
Rachel Rudd 11/10/05
Wow! I got "spirit bumps" :) reading this! What a day that will be!
Shannon Redmon11/10/05
This is a great POV! Loved it!
Julianne Jones11/11/05
I'll never view rocks the same again! Loved this line: "bloodless veins of quartz and silica". Well done.
Debbie OConnor11/11/05
Great job. I have always loved the thought that all creation--even the rocks--praises its maker.
Helen Paynter03/02/06
I love this - the poetic writing, the novel POV, the underlying truth. Thank you