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POEM: Mothers of Eve



Mothers of Eve 

Scott L. Vanatter, November 15-17, 2015, Poem for Carrie & Sydney (and their Mother)

Like their Mother

I. Inherent (Agency)
Prepared from Eternity
Fulfilling her Destiny
Forging her Identity

  Chosen, Intent, Consent
  Descent, Ascent
  Sent

What can be seen, she sees
Perceiving even the unseen
Turning the Key

  Precision, Decision
  Knowledge
  Vision

II. Inherited (Agency)
Choice(s) pondered
Outcomes considered
Decisions remembered

  Creation, Pilgrim, Children
  Kingdom, Queendom
  Wisdom 

  Courage -- enough and to spare

III. Acquired (Agency)
Experience (authentic), her empowerment
Fullness (progressing), her endowment
Glory (realized), her legacy

  Generation, Relation, Exaltation
  Maternal/Eternal
  Life

~
Like their Mother

I.
Mirrors of the Divine
  Heart and Mind

II.
Not twins, but still one

Not the same, but the same 
  The same Love
  The same Loveliness

III.
Reflecting
Refracting
  Divine Light

They are
In their own way
  Eve

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Ann Carbine Best said…
Good poem, Scott. Builds to an impressive climax.

Nice to find this blog. All this social media confuses me, but I'm figuring out a few things. Say hi to your family from me and Jen.

Ann at http://anncarbinebest.com
March 14, 2016
Ann Carbine Best said…
I just realized people can click my photo that takes the to Blogger and then to my wordpress blog....only a few clicks to get there...
March 14, 2016
Scott said…
Thanks, Ann.
May 09, 2016
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