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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Purposefulness (Purpose in Life) (05/25/06)

TITLE: Raison d'Etre
By Garnet Miller


I popped a couple of breath mints
After partying Saturday night with a friend,
My husband had threatened to leave for good
If he smelled alcohol on my breath again

He did not understand me
My childhood wasn’t filled with bliss,
I did not come from a “nuclear” family
At bedtime, there was no story and a kiss

When I was eight my father gave up
And walked out on us one day,
I pleaded with God to bring him on home
But he never came back to stay

I decided then that I didn’t trust the One
Who was supposed to answer prayer,
He let my Daddy leave me alone
And the pain was too much to bear

Getting as far away from God
Became my reason to be,
He was a part of my pathetic past
But the future belonged to me

I engaged in whatever was pleasing
With no thought of the end result,
I didn’t care about anyone else
Nothing I did was my fault

Then I found a loving man
“I do,” to him I said,
“He’ll leave you one day,” a voice cried out
It filled my heart with dread

I waited for the other shoe to drop
For him to walk out and soon,
Instead he prayed for our marriage in church
And found the Lord one Sunday afternoon

“Jesus is not for me,” I explained,
“He wrecked my life long ago,”
When my husband asked me to reconsider
I crossed my arms and yelled “No!”

So there I lay in bed that night
Trying not to make a peep,
If my husband awoke then we would fight
About the promise I didn’t keep

Finally, I drifted off to sleep
My dreams carried me down around,
To an old country garden in full bloom
Where I saw a man on the ground

He was dressed in a flowing white robe
And the palms of his hands were bright red,
He cradled a flower in his arms
A rose that appeared to be dead

The petals were scattered
Down in the dirt,
He shed many tears
As if his flesh had been hurt

He picked up a petal
“When you were teased at school,”
He picked up another
“When your friend drowned in the pool”

He picked up a third
“When your father chose to part,”
He picked up the last
“When anger hardened your heart”

He gathered the whole lot up to his breast
Both of his hands began to glow,
The rose emerged whole and brand new
Not red anymore but white as snow

“This can be your reality,” he whispered
“If you would welcome me in,
Let me mend the pieces that are broken
And give you a new future in Him”

“I love you much more,” he proclaimed
“Than your earthly father would,
Trust that I will care for you
As a loving Father should”

I tried to walk towards Him
But suddenly I opened my eyes,
Tears were streaming down my face
The sun had begun to rise

I shook my husband awake
And told him what I had seen,
It was Sunday morning; we went to church
So that Jesus could wash me clean

I walked down to the altar
My husband by my side,
Repenting of my sins to Jesus
I stretched both arms out wide

He filled me with the light of love
I see things clearer than before,
The only reason for living is the Son
My life’s true purpose and more!

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david grant06/02/06
This story I would change from poetry to prose. I think it would work much better that way. You have some fine elements, some real gems, but in my opinion the gem needs a new setting.
Stefanie Noonan06/03/06
I love the dream. Sounds exactly how gentle and loving Christ would come to us to heal our past. This really could be an excellent short story. Think about it. Keep writing. Stefanie
Sharlyn Guthrie06/04/06
The imagery of the reassembled rose was very effective! What a wonderful testimony of God's grace.
Kevin Kindrick06/05/06
This brought a tear to my eye. I have a freind who's been through something similar, and a rose (albeit a glass one) became a symbol of her healing.
Thank you so much.

God bless,