Hungry for Grace, We Must Stretch Out Our Withered Hearts
by Dawn Richerson
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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On the Sabbath
he healed the man with a withered hand, whose heart,
broken, reached out in need of grace denied by
the holy men who stood, disbelieving, now.
As they tallied
their virtues and condemned the Christ for breaking
this holy day, evil stretched its hand into
their hearts. They missed the miracle, made a plan.
From that moment
they plotted against him, raising holy hands
against the conspirator who dared to break
rank. On the cross, they watched him stretch out his arms.
Satisfied, they
turned toward the Sabbath which began at sundown.
Smooth fingers traced scripture from the holy book,
pointed out truth, hearts withering all the while.
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
3/28/2005 |
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Dawn,
Thought provoking. Moving. Worthy to be read again--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :) |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
3/28/2005 |
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Beautiful Dawn!
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
3/28/2005 |
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Wonderful poem Dawn!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
3/27/2005 |
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| your faith is worthy of this wonderful poetry ... it lingers in the heart and soul ... |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/27/2005 |
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| This offering is a testimonial of your faith and a condemnation of "man" in this worldly dimension. Thank you for sharing this offering, Dawn. Most powerfully meaningful and timely. Love and peace to you. Regis |
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