ORIGINAL WRITINGS BY CATHERINE SHUMAKER BRINSON Volume 1: Catherine’s Genealogy Series Book 2

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Original Writings by Catherine Shumaker Brinson, Volume 1:  Catherine wrote many interesting poems and put these particular ones together into a purple binder. She divided them into categories: Whimsy, Canticle of Praise, Family, Nature, and Unfinished Symphony. As a collection, it’s a good representation of the person Catherine was, from funny and irreverent, to solemn and thought-provoking.

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I was going through a box (one of many) of my mother’s writings, and found this book of poems that she had put together in a purple binder. Catherine had made the little book, but not shared with it anyone. So when I found it, it was the first time that I had seen many of the poems.

In Original Writings by Catherine Shumaker Brinson, Volume 1, she had them divided into categories: Whimsy, Canticle of Praise, Family, Nature, and Unfinished Symphony.

I feel like this book of her writings should be published on its own. As a collection, it is a good representation of the person Catherine was, from funny and irreverent, to solemn and thought-provoking.

“Original Writings by Catherine Shumaker Brinson, Volume 1”, is Book 2 in the series that I’ve given the very uncreative name of “Catherine’s Genealogy Series”.

Here is just one of the poems, written by Catherine upon the death of her mother:

THE SPIRIT AND THE HAWKS

Mother, can you see the hawk in the morning light
Lift its wings to rise in flight?
She fights the earth-pull with golden wings
And seeks the power the thermals bring.
For she must soar in the morning sky,
Up to her sky-haven, up so high.

Brothers, do you see the hawk in the morning light
Its wings made golden by the sun rays bright?
She lifts her wings and fights this earth
To rise beyond and prove her worth.
And now she soars in the morning light
Rising higher, higher, then out of sight.

Children, do not grieve me, do not cry.
I fought the earth-pull to soar up high.
Like the hawk, I pushed and pulled, and stood for right.
I did God’s bidding, I took up His fight.
The path was rough and full of thorns
But stumbling blocks can be stepping stones.
And now my spirit in the morning light
Has wings as golden as the sun rays bright
And I soar ever higher on God’s up-draft
To the place in heaven he has prepared for me.

Catherine Shumaker Brinson
November 14, 1988