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| July 2007 Winner
* Helen McInerny - In His Hands - December 2007 Winner * Joanne Cucinello - He's Gone - |
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| 2007 Competition Winners June 1, 2007 - Helen McInerny (In His Hands) December 1, 2007 - Joanne Cucinello (He's Gone) |
| In His Hands
In His hands he holds all things Pertaining to my life. Nothing comes but through Him first, Neither joy nor strife. In the valley of suffering, He molds me to His plan, Then takes me to a mountain top, And I rest in peace again. There is no growth on the mountain, No demand is made of me. Only as I pass through the valley, Am I allowed to see. That in the time of wandering, And in the place of pain, My spirit melts into His own, And two are one again. Copyright © Helen McInerny |
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| Winter Competition - December 1, 2007 Joanne Cucinello - New York USA |
| He’s Gone
The sun now ending its long walk across the sky peeks again through the willow. It’s quiet now. She sits by the window looking at the garden and this aging man who once she knew as lover mate … now more like a child, a lost one at that, but still a man in form the man she loved for all these years who calls her Sally now, Sally … some girl he knew when he was young. Sally doesn’t live here and this is not his home in West Virginia. He keeps looking for his dog long dead … calling out “Scotty! Com here, boy.” And she sits and watches as he clips the branches of the small bush that sits alone at the back of the yard. She’s thinking how like branches his mind is being clipped away each day. Soon he’ll come through the door yelling and asking why she’s sitting in his house … and where’s Sally? And the wedding pictures on the bureau stare back at him like strangers toasting ghosts. She sits by the window holding screams beneath her breath of frozen tears and weeps silent even as the fireflies begin their dance. He’s lost the man she loved locked in some forbidden space within his mind growing deeper and deeper away lost to all who called him friend and father and … Darling. “I can’t find Scotty” he mumbles teary-eyes through the door and she cups his face in her tender hands trying to find him … somewhere. Night beings its close around them and he smiles and pats her hair and plants his small kiss upon her cheek … “I love you, Sally.” Copyright © Joanne Cucinello |