Capturing an experience

August 7, 2013 — Leave a comment

photoThis is a more personal post born out of our trip to Saipan for the wedding of our son Nathan and Isa our new daughter (who was born and raised in Saipan!) The poem below may only be for me to capture the experiences of culture, history, beauty, and family. But hopefully it can speak to you as well. The picture here relates to the poem.

Saipan is the largest of the Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands (CNMI). The native people group and language is Chamorro. The culture is wonderfully hospitable and family oriented. The island was occupied by the Spanish, Germans, Japanese, and is now a U.S. Commonwealth. A decisive and terrible battle was fought here in World War II with American forces defeting the entrenched Japanese army. The Island of Tinian, 3 miles away, was the place from which the Enola Gay took later flight to drop the first atomic bombs.

Three large military cargo ships are stationed off shore and have become a part of the landscape. They were part of the lasting impression that became a metaphor of sorts. Here’s the poem.

Saipan ~ Summer 2013

Another taste of Pacific paradise:
Sunset addictions satiated
Encore after encore…
“Just wait – there’s more!”

Cultural sensations brimming
History to learn, and learn from
Familial cup keeps overflowing
New daughter, new village.

And these giant ships offshore?
Keepers and Intruders of the Peace
“USS Never-move”
dubs the Chamorro Elder!

Yet each evening’s masterpiece
Melts them into strange beauty
Outdated specks on the canvas
of New Creation


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