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These contributions of poetry and prose were shown as part of Arts and Faith Sunday at the Lutheran Church of Honolulu—February 19, 2006

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Poems and Prose from Writers’ Workshop—2006

The Writers Workshop is a group of church members and friends who meet once a month to work on their writing together. Everyone is welcome to bring something they have written that they can share with the group.

Group members displayed the following examples of poetry and prose as part of Arts and Faith Sunday 2006.

Recharged Life

Only days remained
what did that mean?
the ending or beginning.
Ending a teaching career—
void of the spark-plugs
of survival
  Or recharging the plugs—
igniting a new
Recharging, begun.
oh, what joy.
Is this what life is about?
Where does the time go?
mending the body
and soul
and reveling in the now.
Bridges like a rainbow
of memories and friends.
Recharged for life.

Peggy Anderson (2006)

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Upon Retirement

MEMORIES—too happy to
PRIDE—in all the goals,
set and met,
wonderful and new—
For each and every one of YOU,
thank you and ADIEU!!!

Peggy Anderson (2006)

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Makaala Christmas

A little something and lots of time
Has made Makaala worth singing a rhythm
This gift’s a token of love
I can’t express
So put it where it fits the best
This rhythm’s a start of talent in me not only one
but two or three.
God gets the credit and all you have to do—is—
Trust in God and He’ll guide you too.

Arlene Buss

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The Blessing of the Birds

It’s a fall day on the prairie,
windy on the billowed land and crisp.
I watch the birds gather in the tree, wing
by wing and song on song—the silent
land retreating slowly into itself
without us, our instincts, our flock
of woes, our fluttering doubts
about beginnings and endings, our flight
as a bird. No bird gives
thought to such cares
too busy playing follow the leader
and matching the song of his mate
with news of his own. And when
the day’s light shrinks off the west
they fly to the southern sky.
Such change is no change for them,
year after year the same, back
and forth. A ritual for birds
eternal movement that has no
motion. Consider how
great a love which never falters
yet never remains the same
because of passing fears and joys,
time’s migration from shore
to shore. They lower the body
into the ground with prayers of grief.
The swallows take to the sky
as the priest slashes the air
with a tree-shaped sign
and says, “Go in peace.”

Fritz Fritschel

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We See By Looking Away

We see by looking away
And have by setting free;
Being is letting be,
Speaking is nothing to say.
Seven or six sisters
Plying westward
On wintry nights
Across starry seas,
Seen yet unseen
As they dazzle dim
And disappear
Before steersmen’s eyes;
We look to see
But see by looking away.
Five or four arms
Playing together
On cold nights
In a warmed bed
Holding yet held
As they snuggle hug
And unhand
After love-making sighs;
We hold to have
But have by setting free.
Three voices in one
Planting words
In chaotic darkness
Over primeval waste
Heard yet unheard
As they whisper wind
And over-offer
Under suffering skies;
We strain for being
But being is letting be.
Two selves or none
Through silent hours
Within timeless moments
Speaking yet unspoken
As they mingle merge
And unyoke
Among riddling whys;
We say to speak
But speaking is noting to say.

Fritz Fritschel

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Lou Bentade

One view of Lou Bentade’s home
Another veiw of Lou Bentade’s home
The panorama of Lescun
     The promised mountain
Is the setting for this gem
     Both are so beautiful
Sitting in such a pretty spot
     All grew fond of it
Winds find no leverage
     And cannot tear it away
Long it was only a dream
     Rebuilt little by little
Working vacations
     All intent as they could
On a solid base
     The front wall was redressed
The roof supported anew
     The attic remodelled in two rooms
Cross beams provided supports
     A wooden floor installed
A wide concrete balcony invented
     with a perfectly designed fire place
The side lean-to reconstructed
     With its entirely new roof
A passage to it opened
     Doors windows and shutters added
The result is perfect
     Settled in its thicket
on the side of its mountain
     Lou Bentade looks down onto the village
Here Andre & Helene have peace and quiet
     Meeting place for the family at large
We are almost all gathered here
     Celebrations here are a delight
Le Cirque de Lescun
     La montagne promise
Enchante ce joyau
     Tout les deux sont si beaux
Avec sa belle assise
     Tous s’y sont attache
Le vent n’y a pas prise
     Et ne peut l’en arracher
Longtemps ce fut un rêve
     Rebâti peu a peu
Des vacances sans trêves
     Chacun comme il peut
Sur sa sole solide
     Le front de mur relevé
Le toit a nouveau soutenu
     Le grenier fut aménagé
Les poutres étayées
     Un plancher élaboré
Un balcon bien cimente
     La cheminée perfectionnée
L’appentis restructuré
     Avec son toit tout refait
Un passage agencé
     Portes, fenêtres et volets
Le résultat est parfait
     Enchâssé dans son bosquet
Au flanc de sa montagne
     Lou Bentade domine la campagne
Ici Ded et Hélène y sont tranquilles
     Point d’attache de la famille
Nous sommes (presque) tous réunis
     La fête ici nous réjouit

Jean-Paul Klingebiel (2005)

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grandma girl

Rounded forehead, Rebecca the practical one
Wore her hair up in a minimum bun,
Not quite enough braid for a crown, though
Queen of the family was she.
Born wise, she of the dreamer husband
Ran a tight-ship tailor shop
Where she tightened dreams and buttons:
Queen of the family that was.
The photo tells me she was once a bride
With deep brown eyes and downy hair
But I made no sense of that grandma girl
’Til they told me I was a grandma to be:
Queen of the family to be.

Kathryn Klingebiel (2005)

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inside the kingdom of sentiment

inside the kingdom of sentiment #1  
past personal feeling
past perfect feeling
conjugated anew? not now:
our past a perfect togetherness
our togetherness perfectly past
inside the kingdom of sentiment #2
present impersonal feeling
present discontinuous feeling
conjugated no longer: indeed,
our past a continuous togetherness
our togetherness presently past
inside the kingdom of sentiment #3
future potential feeling
future progressive feeling
conjugated again? after all,
our future for the taking
our now a future in the making

Kathryn Klingebiel (2005)

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a poem and its photographic negative

we bring feeling into the world
mechanical mountains
cold snow
we string the rainbow with our need to fly
the mountain top knows nothing of our triumph
nor cares, nor cares to know;
birds do not sing to us
their song is for another ear
we go on to the end
still climbing listening still singing along
warm heart on any trail makes its own hilltop music
we leach feeling from the world
majestic mountains
soothing snow
we undo the whirlpool with our need to swim
the mountain top encourages our triumph
and cares, and cares to know;
birds sing straight to us
their song is for our ear alone
but we never reach the end
after climbing even listening not quite hearing
all the deep hearts of the world making hilltop music

Kathryn Klingebiel (2005)

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Irish land tenants were having a difficult time, as absentee landlords treated them so harshly. By 1879 landlords demanded rent after several years of crop failures. Because tenants were unable to pay any amount of rent, landlords evicted them for non-payment.

Charles Steward Parnell, an Irish Nationalist leader, was a member of the British House of Commons and sought by constitutional means to obtain Home Rule, or self government, for Ireland.

A National Land League was organized, aiming, at least, to ease the conditions of tenants. Parliament was slow to act. In 1880, Parnell spoke before a gathering of tenants, advocating that any landlord who took over land from which a tenant had been evicted should be punished “by isolating him from his kind as if he were a leper of old.”

This policy was accepted and put to a test in County Mayo. Tenants of the estates of the earl of Erne set up a lower scale of payments, if they were unable to pay.

However, the manager of these properties, Captain Charles Cunningham Boycott, refused to accept these figures. In retaliation, the tenants carried out what Parnell had advocated, but with much more force. They refused to gather the crops, they forced his servants to leave him, tore down his fences so cattle could enter, intercepted his mail and food supplies, hooted him in the streets, hung him in effigy, and even threatened his life. He was the first to receive this treatment, but others received it soon after.

The tactics practiced against Captain Boycott became so famous that English newspapers used his name to describe this conduct.

The term boycott became a new word in our language, but rapidly was adopted in the French, German, Russian and Dutch languages.

In 1886, with Parnell’s continued efforts, Parliament passed the Tenant’s Relief Bill, which improved the farmers’ conditions.

Gerda M.Turner

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