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This intimate poem by multi-disciplinary artist Adrienne Oliver invites the reader to explore love through patience and constancy in response to 2 Peter 3:8-10.
2 Peter 3:8-10
Child of Promise
By
Adrienne Oliver
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Curated by:
Laura Eve Engel + Rebecca Testrake
2018
Poetry
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There is a patience in devotion; a giving not just of one’s self, but of one’s time. Devotion is enduring and unwavering, constant in its endless generosity, drawing strength not from the heart really, but from the subject of the heart’s attachment. Motherhood is faithful, and here the faithful are called to do as mothers do: devote one’s whole self, body and soul, with trust.
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Adrienne Oliver is a performer, educator, and writer. Her work explores the intersection of the mundane and magical. Through memoirs and multi-modal explorations, she seeks to highlight the nuance and performance of both woman and motherhood. Her essays and poetry have been featured in several digital publications and journals as well as Tribe de Mama, The Village Magazine, Parents Magazine, and Mama, Bare. She lives in Charlottesville, Virginia with her daughter, Pearl.
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Beloved, sweet mystery of patience, summation of these thousand silent vows. suspended in promises divine, shrouded in your permanence, I remain.
Child of Promise
By Adrienne Oliver
Beloved,
sweet mystery of patience,
summation of these thousand silent vows.
suspended in promises divine,
shrouded in your permanence,
I remain.
heart in hand, padding hallways,
a small penance for sudden constancy.
steady fervor scuttles me ever forward.
breath builds, and laps over memories.
echoing might rings, as a thousand bells.
until,
as the dawn,
you break me
sneaking ambush of spirit.
and the heaving sky will bear you earthside,
and we and you and I and this deafening world
will melt in the fires of love until forever.
Idling champion of my redesign, I am awakened.
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Beloved, sweet mystery of patience, summation of these thousand silent vows. suspended in promises divine, shrouded in your permanence, I remain.
