(And a Family History of Sorts) by Virginia Quarrier Knowles
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Pilgrimage & Jubilee My First Fifty-ish Years in Poetry, Prose, Pictures (and a Family History of Sorts) by Virginia Quarrier Knowles Pilgrimage and Jubilee Table of Contents Poems About Life • Pilgrimage and Jubilee / 5 • Shimmer and Shadow / 6 • The Harp in the Willow / 8 • Lift Up Your Head and Laugh / 9 • Your Kindness Gave Me Courage / 10 • This is My Song and I Sing / 11 • Rebound / 12 • In the Poet's Realm – with Self Portrait 2012 / 14 • It Became to Me a Dark Thing / 15 • Sanctuary / 18 • Kaleidoscope / 18 • A Mother's Seeds / 19 • Do Cry – with pottery painting / 21 • A Woman of Beauty / 23 • Bella Sophia / 24 Poems from My Younger Years • Who Is There Like Unto Thee? / 25 • Creator on the Cross – with Throne Room of Grace painting / 26 • How Will They Know? – with Self Portrait Teen Years / 27 • Follow You / 28 • Alabaster Jar / 29 Poems About Nature • Moth / 31 • Over Utah in January / 32 • Between the Seed and the Tree / 34 • One Sky / 35 • Autumn Breeze / 35 [ 2 ] Poems for Advent • Pure Devotion / 36 • Invitation to Stillness / 37 • Paradox / 38 • The Story Did Not Start with a Stable and a Star / 39 • Shepherd's Tale / 40 • Corpus Christi / 41 • Grace Will Lead Me Home / 44 • Candlewick / 45 • Peace and Joy / 46 • Psalm to Sweet Jesus / 47 • Rhapsody in M / 48 • The Jesus Poem / 49 • Christmas in Malawi, Christmas in America / 50 Essays and Observations • My Glorious Dish Towel / 52 • The Mom's Alphabet / 54 • A Parable of Grace / 55 • What Does It Take to Forge Our Character? / 57 • It Couldn't Be Done poem by Edgar Guest / 58 • If You Expect Real Respect / 59 Life Time Line / 60 My Children • Twenty Years, Ten Kids, One House / 62 • To Bolivia with Love / 64 • To Italy with Love / 65 • Seven Blessings for One Marriage / 66 • Ivory and Gray / 67 [ 3 ] My Childhood • The Kansas City Years / 68 • My Story of Liberty in 1976 / 70 • My Odyssey from “Renaissance” to “Reformation” / 71 My Parents • Tribute to My Mother, Mary Quarrier / 72 • A Eulogy is Also a Beginning / 75 • Tribute to My Father, Phil Quarrier / 76 My Grandparents • Diamonds in My Family Tree, poem for the 75th Anniversary of Henry and Dorothy Hess / 78 • Memories from Dorothy Ransom Hess / 79 • Tribute to Henry Edward Hess, Sr. / 81 • Tribute to Dorothy Ransom Hess / 82 • Tribute to Jack Quarrier / 83 • Tribute to Margaret Driggs / 85 My Ancestry • A Letter from a Mama to Her Son, 1933 / 87 • Memoir of Heinrich Hess / 90 • Quakers in Our Family Tree / 91 • Margaret Scott / 91 • Andre and Suzanne Lamoureaux / 92 • Samuel Ransom and George Palmer Ransom / 92 • Alexander Quarrier with Bruce and the Spider poem / 92 • Bible Notes from Lillian Brazier / 94 A Legacy / 96 [ 4 ] Dear reader, I have compiled this book as a legacy for my children and grandchildren of what has come before them. This is my history and my heart. I have often said, “I am a poet, not a logistician or administrator.” That is where I'll start, with the poems. Pilgrimage and Jubilee by Virginia Knowles, 2013 (my own jubilee birthday) It’s been a long road And I’ve traveled the valley of the shadow. But I write as a free woman Still with earthy bonds, yes But able to rise above and go beyond. We are called to the dignity Of the Image of God. We are called to walk the path Of peace and glory. We are called to hear the holy echo: "Proclaim liberty throughout the land!" So let us rise, strong and free. Mine is the story of pilgrimage and jubilee. [ 5 ] Shimmer and Shadow by Virginia Knowles, 2012 I. Epiphany dawns to blaze of day Fiery sun and cooling shade Then sunset glow Seeping dusk Star sparkle, honey gold of moon Obscuring haze of deepening dark Dark deep Wait Rest Heal Epiphany dawns Hope rises on the horizon II. My life is shimmer and shadow Shadow and shimmer A chiaroscuro portrait, clear and dark The Artist draws and draws Draws me into scenes of day and night Draws me to himself in glimmerings and glimpses There is still life I am still here I am here and so is He In shimmer and shadow [ 6 ] "Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you." Psalm 139:12 "Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you." Isaiah 60:2 "He who made the Pleiades and Orion, who turns blackness into dawn and darkens day into night/ the Lord is his name." Amos 5:8 "On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings." Psalm 63:7 "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23:4 "… because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace." Luke 1:78-79 "But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings." Malachi 4:2a [ 7 ] The Harp in the Willow by Virginia Knowles, 2014 We hung our harps in the willows When we could sing no more They dance in the branches To the tune of the wind on their strings. This is not our homeland Captives we are, far from our own paths We are poor in spirit: mourning Remembering, lamenting, longing. We can spare no lilting melody to amuse The mockers who lock away our destiny Our lives are not in harmony here And we cannot sing of joy. Sing we will, one day, for Someday freedom is coming and Harps dancing in our hands We will sing our sojourn home. "By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?" (Psalm 137 KJV) [ 8 ] Lift Up Your Head and Laugh by Virginia Knowles, 2014 “Lift up your head and laugh!” He spoke as a prophet. But what did he know those thirty odd years ago? What did he know of my future? I was still so young then, with only a taste of raw and broken And visions of a whole life open before me Certainly not knowing quite what to expect But with dreams and plans nonetheless: Happily ever after with maybe a few little bumps along the way… Why not? And why not laugh? Life could be, would be, one grand adventure. It’s been a rather curious life indeed This grand adventure of mine. Now I shake my head and laugh at myself, at how I clung to so much That prickled and burned and then gave way. Yet mysteries and marvels came to me when least expected Laughter mixed with tears and sighs And more than a few bumps along the way So much good and so much grief mingled in So much for dreams and plans! A worthwhile Journey still, Just not how I thought it would be. It’s not Just me, I know I watch the world walking by And I try to understand, wonder Where it is going: out and about And home again, home again A million silent stories walking by A million mingling stories of mourning and mirth. I have lived long and learned much And I find myself speaking to the young ones With their whole lives open before them The words of the timeless sage Thirty hundred years ago: “There is a time for everything… A time to weep and a time to laugh.” They have seen me weep, and I will weep again. But for now, I will lift up my head and laugh. [ 9 ] Your Kindness Gave Me Courage by Virginia Knowles, 2014 Your kindness gave me courage A gentle conversation A thought-filled gaze A good deed done A warm embrace A place at your table A long letter, short note, silent words A prayer for wisdom and strength A gift from the heart. Surely you did not fully know (How could you?) What that would do in me. Could you sense my soul’s burdens: The dark and doubt and defeat? Then, just then, your kindness came as Light: luminous Love: lifting and leading me with Steady steps toward faith, hope, and joy. Even though you could not fathom Its deep reach and widening ripples I knew then what I know now And what I live a little more each day. The very remembrance Keen and bittersweet Still fills me with dignity and wonder that I can see, speak, serve, sing and Bring light and love to others. I bless you, my friend, with all my heart. May the Lord Almighty bless you beyond Full measure, pouring over the rims, for Your kindness gives me courage.