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Entry for January 18, 2007

I gave mom a book on one of her birthdays I think.
In it I wrote a poem.
The book was “The Greatest Thing in the World” by Henry Drummond a theologist from the 19th century. It was about love and that was the important thing when I bought it. I had never read it and mom accepted it like mother’s do according to Bill Cosby. You could give your mother a stick he says and she would love it.
I knew she would accept it with love and so I wrote this poem inside it. It’s a poem my philosophy teacher dearly loved when I wrote it when I was, I think, 19.

The slender tree, graceful as ballet
has shed its clothes.
With fragile endurance
it surrenders to another winter

God knows I was wishing the tree like women I knew in college would do just that, but it wasn’t particularly so just then.

The book is a discussion about Corinthian I, XIII.
The preacher used it in his eulogy at my request.
Here it is reprinted for you to read.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.

Love suffereth long, and is kind: love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,

Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

Love never faileth; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge it shall vanish away.

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

And now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

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