Time Experience Thoughts

Yes, You Yes The idea of you The very thought of you   Each and every beautiful part Yes The reality of you The new day, a new view   Another start Yes The vision of you The whole of you   The allure of your face and soul   The pull of your heart ~ By Scott Vanatter, July 18, 2018 Poem for Becky’s 64 th birthday.

Mothers of Eve, Expansion  By Scott L. Vanatter, May 8, 2016, Mother’s DayPoem for Carrie and Sydney -- and their Mother. (Original minimalist version written November 15-17, 2015.) Like their Mother: Three Agencies INHERENT  Deep within each of them exits their very own, individual Inherent Agency.    Since time immemorial they have possessed this power.   It propels them on. Choosing. Acting. Becoming.    Because they exist, it is there. It was always there. It is always there. It will always be there.     This uncovered power reveals their very own personal eternal yearning.      Yearning for good, for improvement, for progression. (Having been Prepared from Eternity, they are now Fulfilling their Destiny, and Forging their Eternal Identity. // Chosen they are. They act with real Intent. Freely they Consent to eternal verities. In Descending to Earth, they Ascend to Heaven. Having been Sent, they prepare and send ...

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 t...

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...

Sounding Joy I. She speaks! Really she never ceased. II. Her boundless voice of love now echoes not only in Time, but Eternity. With all the angels she shouts, and even dances. More than ever, she is there for us. No, she is here for us. III. Into all the Eternities, she beckons us. (Yes, we can hear her.) Finally, her communication is again Sounding and heard by her dear ones there (and here), Vibrant, clear and audibly brilliant for them (and us) Till that Great Day when all shall hear clearly. IV. Embracing her mother , with all of Heaven’s Family welcoming her home, She stops to think of us, and whispers to us, We are not alone. One day we shall behold her shining face again, She will look deep within our eyes, and in a moment, into our very souls. We yearn to talk and walk with her – looking forward with her to Eternal possibilities. In our deepest trials, her voice will sound in our ears The silence of our night will be broken Punctuated with a ...

The Center Through the heart and words of a natural mother AND through the heart and works of a natural genealogist, Mom (Grandma Dot) is at the very center of all that is important. Connecting our hearts and the generations.    Looking back (and forward), seeing past an earthy veil    Into the heart. Love no longer lost, the chain no longer frail,     Is now rebuilt and an inherent part . . . Of those we knew. But being separated     Here in our own time . . . And forgotten. Are now recovered and remembered --     With faint inklings sublime. Weak links, now strong. Those long asleep, now awakening,     No longer alone. She, at the center point of our shared existence, connecting     Our Hearts and the Generations. Now one -- and known. (Poem by Scott L. Vanatter, written Feb. 26, 2014, in honor of my Mother’s 80th birthday.)

Small, sweet, soft and tender. Delicate, elegant, beautiful and growing. Grand and glorious, in time and eternity. Her gentle voice sounds in our ears Drawing us back to those timeless Holier spheres. She’s right here, resting right there Next to my heart in sacred Silent prayer. Her finely-featured face, in temporal serenity, Splendidly reveals her Eternal identity. Yes, I held her in my hands, gently; And she held my full attention, Intently. Her very soul echoes through our whole being Freeing us to real Seeing. Our yearning matching hers -- with us she shares The secure promise that, together, we Shall be Heirs. ~ By Scott Vanatter, July 7, 2012 (On the birth of Emma Lenore Kearns.)

On Destructive Doubt Compared to Fruitful Faith Scott L. Vanatter, October 1, 2006, August 29, 2007, October 10, 2007, May 15, 2012   Of course, there is such a thing as faith run amok, as well as there is such a thing as a healthy skepticism. (“Trust, but verify.”) Still . . .   I. Faith creates clarity.       Doubt causes confusion.  Faith enlightens.       Doubt darkens.  Faith is light.       Doubt is dark.  Faith feels.       Doubt numbs. Faith joys.       Doubt fears feelings. Faith is full.       Doubt is empty.  Faith fills with beauty.       Doubt ends in ugliness.       Faith Sings.       Doubt sorrows.  II. Faith is assurance; doubt, misgivings.  Faith creates commitment; doubt, d...

As Always (Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Friend and Genealogist) Every word she speaks Every time we meet . . . No wonder we seek Acceptance, received As always so freely And consistently     Offered No trouble, no matter our grieving There's no end to her reaching     Our souls Never doubting, we believe Nothing wavering, we cleave     Unto her, naturally This is no Dream, but Real . . . And we see     Her Eternally By Scott L. Vanatter, poem written Feb. 25, 2012 for my Mother's 78th birthday.

Autumn By Scott Vanatter, 1964 poem (Grade 5) Red, yellow, green leaves,   Tiny bee flying over trees,     Fall singing for me.

Lest We Forget 9-11 By Scott L. Vanatter, poem written 9 September 2011 Everyday evils are often, even purposely,      Forgotten. Ultimate evil, barely even conceivable by us, rarely      Pierces the mind.      Though it is all around the world. Every day. It's tuned out.      Some other thought takes its place, any other thought.      Attack. Remember      The day, Remember      That act. Never forgetting      The surreal sight,      The first image, that second image,      Unremitting, unreal images,      Unknown questions, unformed thoughts,      Disconnected shock.           Terror, numbed fear.      The horror. The horror.  ...