Nevertheless, My Treasure
©copyright 2006 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
Through the many years of our friendship
I'd listened and learned from you:
teaching good ways to raise my children
and of life's illusion, too;
most of all, I gained your gift of faith
back when mine was a measure.
During those years you were there for me:
a friend I called my treasure.
We played, and laughed so much, cried and prayed;
traveled or worked together,
and always phoned sev'ral times each day
or flew out in good weather.
Fate made us friends but love birthed sisters
through thick and thin, ups and downs,
having babies or losses to death;
ever being silly clowns.
We shared God's Word o'er forty-odd years;
in which Spirit spoke to me
and began teaching of God's mys'tries
and His Law's relevancy.
At last, He gave spiritual gifts
to be used in my mission.
You acknowledged those gifts, sev'ral times,
yet denied my transmission.
Sadly, you rarely listened to me,
and I was so frustrated.
My last few years were in measured words,
for my gifts you castrated:
"Only your opinion," you declared,
when it was not what you knew;
or you'd say I'd misinterpreted.
Still, I'd shared my gifts with you.
My part was not yours in Christ's body;
so, from you I learned your gifts:
but you doggedly rejected mine,
your interruptions too swift.
This was to treat me as one deceived,
not anointed; your short score
deeming my part not of Christ's body,
because mine was not as yours.
"What's God want me to change," you'd once asked;
thus, these last words came from Him:
"How is it you are the whole body?
Many parts, each diff'rent shims:
rejecting one or more removes you,
not your sister, from the whole.
You are the body, yet just one part;
so heed well anointed souls."
I am gone, sister, and now at rest;
no need to measure these words,
for you no longer can interrupt.
By your own way truth was blurred;
for you were far too quick to argue,
accepting none of my gifts:
I was wrong, unless you knew it first.
Change this now to heal the rift.
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I Corinthians 12:1-31
Nevertheless and always,
you are my treasure.
Author notes
Now ye are the body of Christ, and members in particular. And God hath set some in the church, first apostles, secondarily prophets, thirdly teachers, after that miracles, then gifts of healings, helps, governments, diversities of languages. Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Are all workers of miracles? Have all the gifts of healing? Do all speak with tongues? Do all interpret?
I Corinthians 12:27-30
Please pray for this friend of mine: this is written as though I have already passed away; for it will be given to this friend only in that event.
Written July 25th, 2006
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Awesome !!
I will be praying.. I hope your friend comes to her senses before it is too late. This is an excellent piece, profound and moving. I love you. Debby -
Friendship crosses barriers that aren't even written. This is a wonderful write and one that would be treasured by anyone. You would amaze me, but I kind of expect that you will everytime. Great job Sis, The Shaker
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this is well written.
i can feel the sadness.
and I know the tession betweeen friends, good friends.
good luck in the contest.
-deep one -
I am praying for your dear treasured friend that she will come to her senses now and not later. My dearest friend Linda has so distanced herself from me and who I am that she will not even answer my phone calls anymore. It is so sad when those we love so dearly reject the Christ who lives in us. We can only pray for them to move past their fear and pride and see that different is not a curse but is, instead, a true blessing.
I love you dear Sister of mine. - joanne
Edited on Jul 25, 9:27 p.m. because ''.
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