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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 t...

Creativity

I drew this picture of a pencil -- done in pencil -- in late 1979 as I was about to graduate from Cal State University, Fullerton. (The pencil pictured is about 18 inches long. This picture is on the wall immediatley to the left of my desk.)

Each Kiss - And This Kiss

“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 ...