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Embraced by Grace in Chile

October 13, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

It’s a miracle morning

while men are mined

amid cheers and tears

as they emerge from

rock-sealed tomb

a half-mile journey

from the belly of the earth

where battle raged

in spirit realm

and God stretched out

His holy arm as

one and more grasped and passed

from darkness into light

embraced by grace.

Gracias.

For One Shot Wednesday

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  1. Strummed Words says

    October 13, 2010 at 11:19 am

    Beautiful. Well said.

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:16 pm

      Thank you. And thanks for visiting.

  2. dustus says

    October 13, 2010 at 11:31 am

    Think we can all breathe a collective sigh of relief and say Gracias. Thoughtful One Shot of poetic lines and sighs of relief for those men.

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:16 pm

      And the last one is out. A great day.

  3. Gay Cannon says

    October 13, 2010 at 11:44 am

    Your work today is very topical; but has its universal aspect to–the realization that for some there seems to be intervention and a need for those particular lives in jeopardy for so long to be saved. The contemplation that rescue happens for some and not others is a haunting one and leaves us to ponder why.This captured so well in these lines: “where battle raged/ in spirit realm/ and God stretched out/ His holy arm as/ one and more grasped and passed/ from darkness into light” Thanks, Gay @beachanny

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:21 pm

      Gay, you said, “Your work today . . .” That stopped me in my tracks. Nobody has ever used those words before in response to my writing. It’s so (she struggles for the right word) validating. Thank you!

  4. Carol Garvin says

    October 13, 2010 at 11:57 am

    Perfectly said, Sandra, and so timely. Thank you! I’ve been watching the rescue on the news, praying it will go smoothly right to the end. 69 days! I can’t imagine it!

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:22 pm

      And they are all out. And so smoothly.

  5. Ben Langhinrichs says

    October 13, 2010 at 12:12 pm

    Thank you for reflecting on the wonder of the day, and the joy we all feel that these miners are finally getting out alive.

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:23 pm

      Alive and apparently in much better shape than anyone expected. Amazing.

  6. brian says

    October 13, 2010 at 1:19 pm

    nice. it was beautiful to see the first emerge last night and now we are half way…i so hope it continues to go well…it is a miracle you know…nice one shot!

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:24 pm

      Thanks, Brian. And they are celebrating!

  7. Michelle DeRusha says

    October 13, 2010 at 3:11 pm

    Oh Sandra, this is beautiful. Gracias to you!

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:24 pm

      Thanks, Michelle.

  8. Shari says

    October 13, 2010 at 3:43 pm

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this! 🙂

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:25 pm

      Thank you, Shari. And thanks for visiting.

  9. Eric Alder says

    October 13, 2010 at 3:52 pm

    Grace and Gracias and Grateful all share a common Latin root word: Gratia.

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:25 pm

      That’s very cool, Eric. Thanks for sharing that.

  10. Dusty Rayburn says

    October 13, 2010 at 4:41 pm

    Love this. Thank you for the expression.

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 10:25 pm

      Hi, Dusty. Thanks.

  11. Melinda Y. says

    October 13, 2010 at 5:33 pm

    Beautiful Snady…absolutley beautiful. This poem should be published in every Chilean newspaper.
    mucho bueno mi amiga!
    Gracias!

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 11:00 pm

      Oh, wow! LYI.

  12. S. Etole says

    October 13, 2010 at 8:39 pm

    this is so much truth and grace …

    • Sandra says

      October 13, 2010 at 11:00 pm

      🙂

  13. Louise says

    October 13, 2010 at 11:59 pm

    Powerful words and imagery Sandra.

    Quite beautiful!

    • Sandra says

      October 14, 2010 at 10:13 am

      Thanks so much, Louise.

  14. Susan J. Reinhardt says

    October 14, 2010 at 9:14 am

    Hi Sandy –

    I watched the news as the first miner emerged. If strangers were so moved by the rescue, I can imagine how the men and their families felt.

    God truly blessed the efforts of the Chilean government and people, who refused to give up and valued the lives of these men.

    Blessings,
    Susan 🙂

    • Sandra says

      October 14, 2010 at 10:14 am

      It’s still almost unbelievable that they got every single one out safely and so much sooner than expected.

  15. Lyla Lindquist says

    October 14, 2010 at 10:17 am

    “Men are mined.” I love that image.

    Beautiful words around this thing that’s captivated the world.

  16. Sandra says

    October 14, 2010 at 11:03 am

    We needed to be captivated by good news. We need to be captivated by Good News.

    Thanks.

  17. Sender MacLean says

    October 15, 2010 at 11:21 am

    Wonderful. Love and Light, Sender

  18. deidra says

    October 15, 2010 at 11:31 am

    Wow. This is so beautiful. It’s been a long time – too long – since we’ve had such good news.

  19. Heather says

    October 16, 2010 at 12:09 pm

    That’s beautifully written. Says so much 

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