... the same for me.
... for us?
... of the covenant.
... mine, for him.
... now I make them for him.
... of love, and care.
... sins.
... and choice.
... to understand, his choices,
... and mine.
“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
I am damaged goods .
Born defective..
Of broken soul's.
Young they were...
these broken soul's.
They sought to repair us...
the doctor's ...
... and the priests.
This long time ...
... they have sought our souls.
He was broken too.
Broken by the ones,
he sought to redeem.
In this brokenness,
...then beyond redemption, are we?
Then on, to redemption,
this journey, then we seek
Then to serve,
... in our brokenness,
... is what remains.
How many times,
had he returned.
Alone.
Was he alone,
in crowds?
This three days,
this then, no more ...
Alone.
The dishes, she cleaned,
the table, she set,
the dinner, she served.
This, the one,
who gave him life.
had ceased to do,
long ago,
This three days,
she had come,
to change, his life.
Then to be grateful,
must he,
then be.
This, then,
to show,
gratitude, and luv.
Luv is so sweet,
When taken, this choice.
To choose to luv,
T'is it a gift, from diety.
Tougher, then, this choice,
A return, then, to joy.
The sweetness can come,
... after years of bitter sorrow.
Earned thus it is.
Like vinegar, that reduces, to wine.
This reversal to youth ...
like young luv, it returns.
The bitterness, long forgotten. .
It, the act of a two part ...
Forgiveness,
...
Thus returns, to youth, and joy ...
tobe, then, to the,
... "I Am" ...
The choice, she made.
The gift, they shared.
Two for them,
was the gift.
A choice, not an accident,
or mistake.
This, a free will gift ...
of Luv.
Honored they were,
by the gift ...
this gift of Luv.
Together ...
they cherished,
The Children.
This daughter of Eve,
and ...
Adam's off-ox.
To luv her ...
In the end, was the choice.
But how to choose.
Her sisters would have replaced,
... her.
This choice was not made,in his youth.
This daughter off Eve ...
was distant, as was, Adams off-ox.
How many of Eves daughter's,
had sacrificed to create, her life.
How many of Eve's daughters,
would he lose, if he selected, an aunt,
for, his mom.
This price, he would not pay.
Reach out again ... he did.
This dance, this time, they,
... did not pull away.
Together they danced,
and celebrated Eve's daughters,
and Adams off-ox.
This, then, the miracle,
He comes ?
Tis pierced, and shunned.
This then, the miracle,
We seek.
To recognize.
The one, we do.
This, then the miracle.
I prayed for a miracle,
I got the pot, planted.
Her death, would it come ?
Know I not, but when,
soon...
God, then sent, this gift
This to recognize, took but, years.
Death has not come,
Pass by it thus,
Has ...
This wife, still thus,
I have, and children too.
Plus one. ..
Solved ...
The great Nephretic puzzle
Thus, I have.
Now to be greatful,
For the miracle, he hath wrought.
And gifts, we now share.
(Book Of Mormon, 1 Nephi ch. 4)
Chapter 4
Nephi slays Laban at the Lord’s command and then secures the plates of brass by stratagem—Zoram chooses to join Lehi’s family in the wilderness. About 600–592 B.C.
10 And it came to pass that I was constrained by the Spirit that I should kill Laban; but I said in my heart: Never at any time have I shed the blood of man. And I shrunk and would that I might not slay him.
...
12 And it came to pass that the Spirit said unto me again: Slay him, for the Lord hath delivered him into thy hands;
13 Behold the Lord slayeth the wicked to bring forth his righteous purposes. It is better that one man should perish than that a nation should dwindle and perish in unbelief
... love being a verb
is a things that retains ...
requires action to endure
life being unfair,
Is ment to sustain.
how to be greatful,
and not bitter and angry
when those we love are,
Tobe,, taken..
strive always...
to awaken each morning,
to be greatful,
...that you share, one more day.
Dec 2015
a longing intense...
this drive will not rest ...
not feeling at home.
I need to leave peace.
The circle I seek,
return I may then.
** Joy = Sehnsucht a difficult to translate Germain concept.
[my first poem Oct 2011]
Inspired by (Suprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life, Clive Stanley Lewis)
(see, G.K. Chesterton, "Homesick at Home” (1896) from The Coloured Lands (London: Sheed & Ward, 1938))
see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sehnsucht
Still the poetry,
From where doeth it come.
But come'th it does.
Till I come,
It reaches me.
Forever more
And then the same.
Doeth it reach you?
Their he sits,
on the back row,
most Sundays.
The back slider.
He had lost it,
so long ago,
on his mission,
to redeem the world.
He was deep-rooted,
in his unbelief...
So faithful,
to its loss ...
He married outside the faith.
A daughter came then too.
They raised her in his faithfulness,
to his unbelief.
His wife thought...
Their daughter needed,
a faith,
a belief.
His was as good, as any other.
Perhaps, even better.
Many times, he had tried,
to leave his unbelief.
It was marrow deep,
in his bones.
His ancestors buried it,
deep there,
ever so deep,
he could not retrieve it.
It become a blessing,
his unbelief.
Let him see, the true light,
at the center, of every soul.
Was his prayer unanswered,
in his unbelief?
Lord, I do not believe,
Bless me now, in my unbelief.
*Inspired by the life and unbelief of Levi Peterson, author of "The Backslider". It is my understanding that it was his non-mormon wife's desire to raise their daughter in the mormon faith.
The world,
Is it now becoming?
They seek to divide,
to sell us the goods.
Hate sells better
then love.
To advertise,
they must shock us.
Murder, theft, and robbery,
sell better then,
kittens and new puppies.
To entertain they must devide us.
By all measure the world gets better,
When I walk away,
turn it off,
and seek to serve.
Steven Bassett sept 2015
I wrote, a poem, today,
Or did it ride me.
To be taken, for a ride,
by a poem.
It climbs out.
Kicking and scratching,
and crawling my way.
Soon to be forgotten.
No fish to wrap.
No fires to start.
Just memories to make,
and lives to change.
T'is it, this past, to then, be gone.
gone it is, this (morning/mourning) long.
When mourn has come, and then be gone.
T'is it too quiet, to come, this morn.
To simmer, this fire, this pain, this past.
to leave behind, this (mourn/morn), at last.
he found her that way,
in the bedroom with his best friend.
his loaded glock in his right hand
his anger in his left.
the choice, now to make.
it would change the world.
how long does one count
to ones self
before changing the world ...
years later , the children
did he love her still?
they burned through them all,
together and apart.
one luver after another.
now together, again they are.
he on one bedroom, she in another.
like a little wipped puppy, she was.
yet he luved her still.
yet to leave her he must,
to go on she will.
but the children between them they have,
to luv them still,
this choice to make,
this choice to share.
An apple was it not,
or then maybe a flower.
Bare fruit it did,
then.
Doe'th one plant a flower,
to preserve a life.
The first fruit, doe'th,
it become?
Brought forth first,
knowledge.
Then eternal life.
This the choice,
a flower thus plant,
to then the cure.
Then more they whole,
once more again .
To thus a family,
tobe the more.