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POEM - In The Beginning


In The Beginning

By Scott L. Vanatter, January 1, 2015 (Poem for our 39th wedding anniversary, January 2, 2015)

I

Long ago now
We saw enough
We knew enough
Then, waking up
  Slumbering
  No longer
  Easily, actively we choose
  One another

II

The idea
Planted, buried
Deep in our hearts
Clear in our minds
  We journey
  Through life together
An adventure

III

Encountering
A sometimes lonely world
A sometimes dreary world
  We wend our way as beloved companions
  Enjoying a lively shared
  Endeavor
Engaging . . .
Innocence and awareness
Wonders and puzzles
Disappointments
Accomplishments
Darkness and light
Dim shades gray and brilliant gradations of white
Pleasure and pain
Loss and gain
Sickness
Sorrow
Sadness
  And gladness
Heights
Depths
  And breadths
In the clamor and commotion
Shadows cower
Darknesses flee
  Peace and tranquility
  Calmness and serenity
  In you and me
IV
Heavenly visions and ecstasies
Overwhelm the hazy cloud of earthly trials
Initial inklings have become
Fully-developed sight
  Then wisdom
V
Peering past veils of forgetfulness
Seeing the future
  Briefly
  Partially
Now remembering
Covenants
Relations
  And identity
Gazing into heaven – if only for a few moments
We see more
We know more
Now aware
Now awakened to
  Our identity
  Our purpose
  Our potential
  Our selves
  Our love
  Our family
VI
Drawn upward and filled
  With light from within
  And love from above
Being, becoming
Yearning, learning
Living, loving
Growing
Experiencing
Forever
Never better
Ever-centered
Measured as dear treasure
We surrender to one another
As One
Still
We’ve only just begun
To Live
Forever and ever and ever
Ever Together
As One
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Unknown said…
Great one.
January 03, 2015
Unknown said…
Just read it again. It is really good. You captured you guys perfectly.
April 03, 2015
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