Legacy Of The Third Eye
by Bonita M Quesinberry
Sunday, February 15, 2004
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The legacy to the women in my family: a true story, though much detail is omitted rather than turn this into an epic the likes of "The Ice Princess."
Legacy Of The Third Eye
©copyright 2004 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
It all began with great grandmother,
on to mother's grandmother, but no brothers;
then on to my own mother the legacy passed;
to her a curse, certainly a great task.
And, in some ways, it moved to me and mine:
strange events and portents of a kind.
Great grandmother had sixteen little ones;
but, times were rough and plagues often won.
The wall thumped like a heartbeat behind the bed:
they ripped it out, nothing there but dread;
upon the bed, a sickly child cried.
The thumping stopped: she of three died.
Another time, a snow white dove landed on the lawn,
and there it stood until dawn;
then under the house, beneath a room it cooed.
In there was a beautiful girl a man might have wooed,
yet unconscious she lay, hardly a breath.
The dove stopped, flew away: sixteen years at death.
But the most harrowing of great grandmother's trials,
was her gorgeous brunette, full of grace and style.
So ill she became, lingering long near death;
then, a day came she seemed not to draw another breath.
They buried her, at just eighteen then;
and great grandmother prayed, enough death had been.
So common back then, they had to move her pine box.
A year later, they lifted it from among dirt and rocks.
Something did not seem right, on the side dried blood.
Gently, they prised open the lid: horror came in a flood:
for she had been buried alive... ALIVE, and she'd awakened,
struggled to claw her way out, feeling forsakened.
Great grandmother lost no more kids;
so passed to grandmother the legacy bid.
Mother's father fell ill one day, only thirty-five,
believing grandmother that he would not die.
Grandmother's bed began to thump like a heartbeat:
a brother tore it apart, but it didn't skip a beat.
Mother wasn't allowed to visit her Dad;
hospital rules, not because she was bad.
But, on this day, they said she could come;
so, grandmother dressed her like the sun,
bright and cheerful amidst the thumping:
stopping only to answer the phone trumping.
It was then the thumping suddenly ceased:
only five, but mother's brow creased.
She watched her mother's smile turn grim
as she laid the phone down, neat and trim.
Grandmother turned, "We won't be going, honey."
At five years old, death was not funny.
Soon, my mother's turn the legacy to claim:
strange dreams for her, each time the same;
death it would be: of family, far or near.
At twelve, it was her mother's that caused tears.
Mom often said she didn't know if it were
gift or curse, the line between such a blur.
Finally, it was my time to inherit the fame
of visions and feelings, yet not the same.
The legacy now was purified, to use for the Lord:
trying sometimes, convoluted others, never a bore.
Prophecy and interpretation the Spirit gave to me,
that the world might hear, learn and see.
Bind Up the Testimony, Seal the Law
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|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Bonita.....masterpiece...clap clap clap.....BHUWAN|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
this was such a great write
like a "Poe Tale"
only presented as wonderfully as you have
|Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
|The legacy now was purified, to use for the Lord:
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Bonita...what a story...I read this over twice....a fantastic
legacy....I am so happy that you are using your God given gifts
to His glory....bless you...floria
|Reviewed by Sara Russell
|An amazing true story, Bonita. I hope the future will be less painful than the past...
All the best,
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|This is so compelling, Bonita. What a wonderful story, beautifully told.
|Reviewed by Mark Mahoney
|An Amazing story,thanks for sharing this here, it truly deserves to be heard, well done...Mark x|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Bonnie an amazing and burdensome legacy, which thankfully God 's spirit interrupted to turn to His advantage, and blessed you with the rebirth. May you use it wisely and well according to His will! Extraordinary write!|
|Reviewed by andrea coltman
|Wow and what a legacy, very interesting well written piece...best wishes Andrea|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|What a compelling story, Bonnie! Held my interest from beginning to end.|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Most Sublime Master Poet:
I bow before Your Sublimity, and ask Your permission to comment on Your masterpiece, because I know that the humane words that I know are not valued to express my admiration for Your work.
I wish I could speak a heavenly Language to say that "Legacy Of The Third Eye" is one of the most inspiring poems written in Free Verse under the rules of The Great Poet.
"Legacy Of The Third Eye" is a true sample of what the greatness of The United States of America is made of.
I am very happy for the privilege to live in the times and the art of this paragon of honor, grace and beauty, named “BONITA M. QUESINBERRY.”
Gratefully and Respectfully,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|This flame of visions will be hopefully carried down generations..|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Wow! Some gift! Most interesting piece I've ever read.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most interesting piece Bonita!!
Thanks for this offering!!
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Wow some genealogy, would make a great Non fiction book..|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excellent exuberance of this most interesting life story ... sometimes knowing is more than enough ...|