Time Experience Thoughts

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...

Scott and Becky Wedding Photos, January 2, 1976 https://picasaweb.google.com/svanatter/WeddingPhotosUSE#    

“Forty years since our first kiss it’s been . . .” I. First (Summer and Fall of 1967, then many months later…) My arm around your shoulder . . . fresh and cool and new. Quick and sweet - though, it took an eternity to get to you. II. Best (Spring of 1970, then a few weeks later…) My arm around your shoulder - again . . . whole and serene and calm. Long and pure - this dreamlike kiss lingers on. Time and our hearts stand still. Walking away; down the street, Floating. Just off the ground, I walk along. Can’t hear. Can barely breathe; don’t care. Hearts swelled; hearts warm. Numb with feeling; lips still tingling. Touch my finger to my lips; checking this is real (and remembering). It is; it is no dream. Can never forget; it's never far from my sweetest thoughts. Even today. Even now. III. Sweetest (Senior Year, 1971-1972) The day, the night, the moment I purpose to tell you With all my heart I love you, With my whole trembling soul, My voice breaks My voice ...

We Meet, 1967 Looking across the shrinking room; coming closer towards that face. Surely this is a part of me , forgotten about; but a part that is so natural and pleasant. Easily we talk and continue to look -- without looking away. Happy Together, 1967-1968 Growing so accustomed to that face; Not just the eyes, but the whole face -- the whole person behind that face. Everyday imagination leaps immediately to that image -- to that face. Nightly dreaming of that face eases me into slumber. Holding Hands, 1967 Now I know I have lost something. What? It was here; I just had it. Where did it go? I want it back. Ah. That's it. The touch that further connects. A Chance Meeting, 1970 After so long, I am amazed At how lovely, glowing, and even eternal is that face. Can't stop stealing peeks at that face. Can't stop gazing at that face. I can't stop dreaming of that face. We Meet Again, 1971 Another time. Almost can't look at that face. Try not to be too obvious. I wa...