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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Happy (07/12/07)

TITLE: My "Happy Cup"
By Elizabeth Baize


The smile had fallen from her lips;
I stooped to pick it up.
For I will do Ďmost anything
To fill my ďhappy cupĒ.

Iíll crawl or grovel on the ground
To scrape up scraps of praise.
Or hover in a corner
Just to snatch at lifeís bouquets.

A thread of laughter is a prize;
A friendly word, a boon.
I hoard them as my treasure
Hoping more are coming soon.

I always am collecting,
But my cup is never full.
The contents seem to disappear
Amidst lifeís push and pull.

My cup has always had a crack;
I hold my fingers tight.
And hope one drop of happiness
Alone will last the night.

Itís true; I am a beggar.
Itís the only life Iíve known.
But yet I fear I am a slave
To this cracked cup I own.

Sometimes I wish to hurl my cup
Against the city wall
And grind the shattered fragments
Into powder as they fall.

For what have I accomplished
In these years Iíve slaved away,
Forever striving to fill up
A single cup of clay?

If I could leave it on a shelf,
Or drop it down a hole
Perhaps Iíd find the happiness
That really is my goal.

But yet, Iíve always had the cup;
It is a part of me.
I wonder if itís possible
To truly be set free.

One last resource I think Iíll try
For just the other day,
I heard that one who heals the sick
Is passing by this way.

Some say He feeds five thousand
With a few loaves and some fish.
I wonder, Can He fill my cup
To brimming as I wish?

I see Him speaking to a throng.
Iíll press close as I can.
And maybe I can find a way
To speak to this great man.

But wait! I think Heís seen me
Through the large and swarming crowd.
For He is walking toward me
Just as fast as Heís allowed.

I see compassion on His face
And somehow know at last
Iíve found the Source of Happiness
None other has surpassed.

ďPlease, Lord,Ē I know that only You
Can fill this cup of clay.
If you can use it with a crack.
Itís Yours alone today.Ē

His answer falls upon my ears,
ďMy child, Iíll fill it up.
And even run it over
Though it is a broken cup.Ē

And as He speaks a glorious smile
Pours joy down on me
My cup is running over
And I know that I am free.

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Helen Paynter07/19/07
Beautiful poem. I love the imagery, especially in the first few stanzas, and the message.
Lynda Schultz 07/19/07
"Running over, running over,
My cup is full and running over.
Since the Lord saved me,
I'm as happy as can be.
My cup is full and running over."

I don't know if you remember this Sunday School song, but your poem reminded me of it.

Good work.
Joanne Sher 07/20/07
This was delightful. I love the images and flow of this.
Verna Cole Mitchell 07/21/07
This beautiful poem has such a healing message.
Dee Yoder 07/21/07
Oh, I just love this poem. I'm in awe of the way you can take an ordinary word and create such lovely pictures! It's beautiful.
Sharlyn Guthrie07/23/07
Your poetry, as always, has touched my heart. Thank you for the wonderful word pictures you have created.
David Butler07/24/07
Charming and uplifting.
I like the way you introduced us to the Source of Joy so prophetically and poetically.

I also like the consistency in your rhyme and meter. Well done.
Dixie Phillips07/24/07
The same song Lynda mentioned came "bubbling" over when I read your poem. You have the gift of writing lovely poems.
Kristen Hester07/25/07
Bravo! This is fun, convicting, refreshing and Happy all at once. Thanks so much. I was blessed by your words today. I want Jesus to fill My Happy Cup.
Loren T. Lowery07/25/07
When I first started reading this the song sung by Perry Como "Catch a falling star and put it in your pockets...." started running through my mind, but the further I read, I knew I was being blessed by an even more important lesson. Indeed he fills the broken cup and it does runneth over.
Wonderful work!
Dolores Stohler07/25/07
This poem is positively perfect in every way. Kudos to the poet!
Sara Harricharan 07/25/07
I hope this does well! It is beautiful and makes me happy just reading it. ^_^
Catrina Bradley 07/25/07
This immediately drew me in:
The smile had fallen from her lips;
I stooped to pick it up.

and these words from the Master made me want to weep with joy:
ďMy child, Iíll fill it up.
And even run it over
Though it is a broken cup.Ē

The ending stanza is perfect happiness. Wonderful!
Dee Yoder 07/26/07
Woo-hoo, Elizabeth! Congratulations on your EC!!!
Sara Harricharan 07/26/07
Congrats on your highly commended! ^_^
Dee Yoder 07/26/07
Congratulations, Elizabeth! I have this in My Favorites!
Loren T. Lowery07/26/07
Elizabeth, congratulations on your well-earned placement. It is simply a beautiful poem. Since you're on a farm, do you get some of your inspirations while riding your horse? I know I do.
Sheri Gordon07/26/07
Congratulations on your EC. This is so beautiful, yet simple. I like that.