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    Lucille's Harvest: Captured Thoughts from Then and Now
    Lucille's Harvest: Captured Thoughts from Then and Now
    Lucille's Harvest: Captured Thoughts from Then and Now
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    Lucille's Harvest: Captured Thoughts from Then and Now

    By Lucille Hintze

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    This book is a gathering of thoughts and impressions that occurred to the author throughout her life. These themes of love and forgiveness, of sorrow and tragedy, and of moving beyond the "cry of mourning," are expressed in both story form and in poetry. And by these means, we take the journey ourselves.



    The stories range from resourcefulness of a slave girl, Sarah, in the tale of "The Two Queens" to Dawn, an inhabitant of the planet Ur, in the science fiction "The Journey." In a play, Amos thunders disaster if Israel does not change its ways, and a poem, "Laid Waste in a Single Night," mourns the birth of our nuclear era. But we are not left long in these darker spots. Lighter haiku of love are sprinkled throughout, while poems of "Resurrection," and the bittersweet love letters of Hosea engage us.



    The reader resonates as the book strives to make sense of these happenings. And how working through these experiences, we gain strength and thus our lives become more meaningful.



    As the traveler says at the end of "The Journey," "...life is not the same once one has shared the mystery of love."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateDec 1, 2002
    ISBN9781403321817
    Lucille's Harvest: Captured Thoughts from Then and Now
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    Lucille Hintze

    After retiring from teaching, Lucille Hintze began her writing career with Lucille’s Harvest and now continues with Travel Becomes Us.  This latest book is a memoir of the very first time she and a friend had ever taken a trip outside of the United States.  She credits this experiencing of different lands and their cultures as an aid in the understanding of the uniqueness of other nations.  Travel, she claims, helps us become  more mature citizens of our one global world.  Lucille Hintze is a graduate of Stanford University and San Francisco Theological and is a Sister of the Congregation of the Sisters of the Holy Family.  She lives in Mission San Jose, California.

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      Lucille's Harvest - Lucille Hintze

      LUCILLE’S HARVEST

      CAPTURED THOUGHTS

      FROM

      THEN AND NOW

      BY

      LUCILLE HINTZE, SHF

      © 2002, 2014 by Lucille Hintze. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

      ISBN: 978-1-4033-2182-4 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4033-2183-1 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4033-2181-7 (eBook)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2002104543

      1stBooks-rev. 10/15/2014

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      1.. SECTION I ON LOVE AND FORGIVENESS

      (REACHING OUT FOR LOVE)

      THE TWO QUEENS

      (a story based on the book of Esther)

      HOSEA’S LOVE LETTERS

      2.. SECTION II ON SOCIAL JUSTICE,

      WARNINGS ON CAUSING

      SUCH HUMAN SUFFERING

      AMOS SPEAKS OUT

      THOUGHTS ON OUR MOTHER EARTH

      ONCE, THE VALLEY,

      Isaiah revised..IS 24

      LAID WASTE IN A NIGHT

      LOST IN THE CITY

      A MOTHER’S QUESTION

      3.. SECTION III SEEKING BEYOND

      SUFFERING, DEATH, AND RENEWAL

      ONE MORE DAY

      AUTUMN

      MARY’S HOUR

      RESURRECTION

      THE JOURNEY

      DEDICATTION

      TO THOSE WHO

      FURTHER UNDERSTANDING

      IN THE

      HEARTS OF HUMANITY.

      THESE ARE THE GOLDEN ROSES IN OUR LIVES.

      THE GOLDEN ROSE

      IN THE GARDEN STOOD A STURDY ROSE BUSH

      ONE SOLID MASS OF YELLOW ROSES:

      TINY BUDS IN TIGHT WRAPPINGS

      AWAITING

      THE GENTLE BREEZE TO KISS THEM OPEN;

      SOME SWELLING TO A RICH MATURITY

      AND

      OTHERS WIDE OPEN IN THEIR FULL YELLOW

      GLORY.

      BUT ON ONE STEM, THERE REMAINED A ROSE

      WHOSE YELLOW HAD LONG LOST ITSELF INTO |

      DEEPER GOLD

      ITS PETALS CURLED WITH AGE AND STREAKED

      WITH YELLOW BROWN.

      THE GARDENER BENT TO PLUCK THIS ROSE

      FROM ITS SHELTERED HOME.

      THOUGH HIS TOUCH WAS EVER SO TENDER,

      THE ROSE’S PETALS LOOSENED BY AGE

      CASCADED IN A GOLDEN STREAM TO EARTH WHILE FROM THEM A SWEET FRAGRANCE

      FLOATED UPWARDS.

      SECTION I

      ON LOVE AND FORGIVENESS

      LOVE

      THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER

      AND A TORRENT OF UNSPOKEN THOUGHTS

      GUSHED BETWEEN THEM

      TWO QUEENS

      (A STORY FROM THE BOOK OF ESTHER)

      Chapter..1… Sarah, the Scribe

      I, Sarah, a scribe in the women’s palace of the King Ahasuerus, have decided to take my life into my own hands and write the history of two of the most beautiful and capable women I have ever known.

      As I finish these clay writing tablets, I will put them face into the wall and into the floor of my room for safekeeping. Perhaps in another time, some other scribe will find them and publish aloud the story of these courageous queens.

      You may wonder how I, a slave and a woman, came to be able to write. I will digress to my own story. My father was a scribe in a tiny village in one of the King’s provinces. It was a small mean place and although my father was an important and necessary functionary, we had little to feed the body for the very poor could not afford his services except for wedding contracts and the like. So my father decided to move to the capital. The citadel of Susa was a great city being the site of the King’s court. There were many merchants and other businessmen who made use of my father’s services. Life became much easier, but alas it was too late for my mother, who died of complications while bearing my father’s next child. My father was devastated. Not only did he love my mother much more than men usually did in those days, but the stillborn infant was a boy. Although his cronies advised my father to take another wife, he did not do so. As a toddler, I stayed close to my father’s feet playing with the scraps of clay and watching him make the mysterious markings. A scribe was a magician! He could capture the sounds of a person’s voice and imprison it in clay or on hides. Even stranger, a scribe could free those sounds and yet they still remained imprisoned. My father was a worker of such wonders and I determined to be like him some day although I knew such things were forbidden to women. One day my father caught me tracing his script. Just as he was about to give me a beating, he changed his mind. I wanted a boy, he said, and the gods gave me an ugly girl. You look like me instead of like your mother. What is to become of you? No one will give even a decent bride price for you. He sat a long time looking down at his hands. I have been concerned about what will happen to you when I am dead. Already I am receiving less work for my hands are crippling and the script is not as pleasing to the eye. I will take you as my apprentice, and we will eat normally again. May the gods take care of tomorrow.

      So that is how I learned the art of writing which is forbidden to women, and not known to many men either.

      Under my father’s tutoring, I became a skillful writer. My script was graceful. I loved making the flowing lines and the delicate curves denoting the letters and words. Our customers took it for granted that I was a young lad learning the trade. But as my experience grew, so did my reputation as a writer. Soon we had enough to put food on the table and some for the medicine and for the doctors. My father’s condition had worsened. The crippling disease had not only taken his hands but had moved into his legs as well. All our prayers to our household gods seemed to fall on deaf ears. Go to the main Temple near the King’s palace, my father instructed me. There offer sacrifice to the King’s god. We need more powerful help. I am nearing the point of dying.

      The Temple was huge and many people were coming and going. I gave our offering to the priests and gazed in awe at the enormous statue of the King. I

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