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Wednesday, June 26, 2024: Jenny Janssen's bronze sculpture finds a home

Wednesday, June 26, 2024: Jenny Janssen's bronze sculpture finds a home


(JoAnn and Jenny on the day in 2020 when JoAnn and Jim removed the sculpture from the Santa Rosa foundry where it had been stored to El Retiro Jesuit Retreat Center in Los Altos. Loving friendship gives us great hope!)


A Poem: "haecceity"



You are made of stone.

As are we all.

We are all sculptures,

sculpted by the world.

But what the world will not tell you is

you are a masterpiece,

sculpted by the Sculptor.


(Jenny and her bronze sculpture)


You were made good,

your splendor carved by the Creator,

even before His creation.


The Almighty knew you,

even before a scentence

spoke the world into existance

in an instant.




He knew every chisel,

every groove, every crease,

etched in His image.

The world had convinced you

that you have a heart of stone,

but this is not so.



Though your exterior may be as rough,

inflexible,

and ridged as a rock,

your heart is written in blood

and laps against your rigorous appearances.

Your heart,

my counterpart,

is not made of stone.



It is a roaring sea,

of soul and emotion

you have left alone,

and it longs to break free.


Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018

 

haecceity | Latin | (n.) the essence of a particular thing that gives it its unique particularity; the "thing-ness" of a thing--its individuality, specificity, essence of what makes it what it is. Urban Dictionary: Scentence: When someone wears way too much perfume or cologne, and you are forced to sit next to them.


(Father Chi, Director at El Retiro)

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