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Previous Challenge Entry
Topic: Beginnings (05/31/04)

TITLE: A Tear of Doubt
By Gary Sims
06/05/04

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The communion rail lay empty
Except for a crumb and a remnant of juice.
Her dried, cracked hands were cleaning
With rag and some water – wiping the dirt loose.

It was a monthly ritual,
The preparation that no one saw.
The cutting of bread
And pouring of juice – a table for one and all.

She had come these Saturdays
For, oh, so many years.
The dedication she had given
Through blood, sweat, and tears.

It didn’t seem to matter
She wondered if anyone was saved.
Her life had been lonely
Since her husband had been put in the grave.

She cleaned and she wiped
Making the wood shine in delight.
Rambling in thought,
With Satan she put up a fight.

He had attacked her spirit
Taking her doubt and starting to spin.
In the loneliness of life
She felt he was beginning to win.

A tear formed in her eye.
Dropped to her cheek and onto the floor.
She knelt before the altar
And began to explore.

The words would not come
But a prayer she continued to say.
“Help me my God.
I need to feel your presence this day.”

And then without sound,
She felt a wind and sense of God’s love
She opened her eyes
To see to the cross standing above.

It reminded her of lessons
Some forgotten from long ago,
Of how Jesus was lifted
To a place we will all go.

Calm entered her heart
And suddenly her doubts were washed away
Tears flowed in torrents and more.
Forgiveness had come and there was nothing else to say.

After awhile
She picked herself up.
And continued with bread
And filling the cup.

It did make sense,
It was meant to be
A life of serving
To help others be free.

(Inspired by Psalm 5:1-8 and Luke 7:36-48)


Member Comments
Member Date
Dian Moore06/07/04
Beautifully done. There are few poets I really like to read, and you have just become one of them.
Kenny Paul Clarkson06/07/04
Excellent
L.M. Lee06/08/04
oh this was so sweet...the tear dropping... sigh!
Juanita Pittman-Brown06/09/04
This is beautiful...A lovely story of hope and insight into our lives...Easy to follow and a pleasure to read...Great connection of thoughts...Point of interest focused on our Lord...God bless...Juanita Pittman-Brown
Deborah Porter 06/09/04
Gary, if this was a first time poem, then you did exceptionally well. The story of this dear lady flowed beautifully from start to very satisfying finish. Lovely work. With love, Deb
Dan Blankenship 06/10/04
Gary,
Very good poem! Satan does attack us; this I know.
God Bless.
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
www.therunninggirl.com
Linda Miller06/10/04
Hi Gary - What a beautiful poem. I am so glad she looked up and saw the cross . . . you have a wonderful God given talent for writing - - - I'm so glad you are using it.
Mary Elder-Criss06/11/04
Loved how you ended this with the service part to help others be free. How wonderful that she found salvation in the very act of service to others. Beautifully done.