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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Make Hay While the Sun Shines" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (03/06/08)

TITLE: The Golden Thread
By Loren T. Lowery
03/10/08


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In quiet silence I watch you sleep, your fingers gently curled into your palms. If I were a poet, I would make much of the shadowed space between palm and finger. That space clutching air.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?

For it is there you hold the golden thread that binds us. That golden thread, ethereal as light, which tethers us as one. There, impossibly strong it lies. That golden thread – lovingly held.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?

You breathe, your chest moves beneath the quilted gown. I touch your face, it is cool; and I remember its first blush of youth. I smooth your hair; and recall its once burnished radiance. I kiss your cheek to remember more.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?

I remember your voice and ache to hear my name fall from your lips – but I know you love me; the shadowed clasp in your hand a silent language of its own. I reach into your palm and you become Wendy; and I, Peter Pan.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?

Come fly with me beyond the moon, to the second star on the right and then onward ‘till dawn. But let dawn only loom there, never to be reached. Eternally waiting as an unrealized dream, a path, a destiny, a hope that unites us.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?

Behind closed lids, you smile. What memories play across your mind? May I join you there, one last time? To hold you if but for a moment, any moment. No, not for a moment, but forever; that I might never lose you again.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?

I kiss you, my Snow White, but you do not awake. Your prince has failed. There is no witch or poisoned apple stealing you from me, but only life itself. We thought we had forever. Dare I whisper we were wrong? Can death be love’s blasphemy?

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?

No, not love’s final oath, but rather its piety, because you hold the golden thread; there in that shadowed place between palm and finger. And I, I hold the other end. It is entwined within my heart; it knits my soul to yours.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?

Love shall be our legacy, can there be a greater gift to leave behind that others might say we loved and loved greatly. We will have left this world a better place in that we shared our love in the ordering of our common lifes.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?

I bend to whisper in your ear. A secret imparted by God. Listen well, my sweetie, and be heartened by His words that He has strengthened the wings of the angels charged over us. He has braced their sinews to bear our love heavenward that it never be lost.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?

Our love does not end with one final breath, it begins a new journey. Wait for me on that path ahead. I will find you, by the tug of our golden thread. It will lead me at last to clasp your hand, and walk beside you through all eternities.

In quiet silence I watch you sleep, your fingers gently curled into your palms. If I were a poet, I would make much of the shadowed space between palm and finger. That space clutching air.

Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers,
Refining golden threads


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Jan Ackerson 03/13/08
This may be the most beautiful thing I've ever read. Seriously. I'm stunned speechless.
Lyn Churchyard03/13/08
WOW! This is... stunning!
Superb hardly covers it!
Thank you!
Dianne Janak03/14/08
This needs to be sent somewhere for publishing. A wider audience needs to enjoy it... masterful and touching and awesome... no words really do it justice.
Amy Clark03/14/08
The mystery of who and why, which you never specify, draws me irresistably to the last word. Like the repeated gurgle from a gentle brook, the tiny refrain laps at my mind moving it deeper into this moment until I find myself a witness to your epiphany of agape. Agape... as close as the coma-curled hand of one's beloved. Your piece is a spiral enclosing The Golden Thread.
Joanne Sher 03/15/08
Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. Wow. Masterful. Astoundingly lovely.
Verna Cole Mitchell 03/16/08
A wonderful love story told in beautiful words. The metaphor of the golden thread is awesome throughout. Masterful
jodie banner03/17/08
You've left me speechless and yet I feel I must comment on this beautiful poem. You touched me deeply!
william price03/17/08
Very, very well done.

God bless!!!!!!
Karin Fiscaletti03/18/08
This is so well done! It almost seems to need a melody to carry it to others! I agree, it should be published!
Debbie Wistrom03/18/08
Heart-felt and touching, thanks for sharing this piece of peace.
Joy Faire Stewart03/18/08
Oh, this is so beautiful! I was especially touched by the 3rd from bottom paragraph.
Chely Roach03/19/08
This was beyond beautiful...it was superb. I loved it.
Sara Harricharan 03/19/08
Okay, you're going to make me cry here! This is so precious! Beautifully written, the golden thread is one I wish for all, to have that special-ness sort of thing. You did so well here with descriptions and the repeating verse, I love how it changed the last line in the very end. This is truly beautiful-a new favorite of mine! ^_^
Shelley Ledfors 03/19/08
This is so incredibly beautiful. Masterful. Dare I say perfect? I am in awe.
Henry Clemmons03/19/08
Beyond beautiful. One of the most heartfelt pieces I've read in a while. You have great range. A true Masters talent. Thanks for the inspiration.
Sara Harricharan 03/20/08
***Congratulations, Loren! This was truly an amazing place-awesome writing! ***
Verna Cole Mitchell 03/20/08
Congratulations, Loren. I absolutely loved this. The line that begins "If I were a poet, I would make much..." has stayed with me ever since I read it. Of course, you are a poet!
Sheri Gordon03/20/08
Congratulations on your EC, Loren. This is absolutely beautiful. Heart piercing. Wonderful job with the topic.
Kristen Hester03/22/08
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Did I mention this was beautiful? Bravo and congrats on placing.
Catrina Bradley 03/24/08
Oh, Loren. I'm all choked up and at a loss as to what to say. So beautiful and haunting. Your writing is first class. Congratulations on your WELL DESERVED EC!!!!
Betsy Markman04/07/08
If you were a poet?
IF???
There are many who put on airs, calling themselves poets. But you breathe the air of poetry. There's a world of difference.

A remarkable work.
Eliza Evans 01/16/09

If you were a poet?
IF??? My thoughts exactly.