Saturday, February 18, 2012

I am From

Normally, I hate poetry, but I wanted to share something that I wrote during my sophomore year of college and I've added to it.  It was an assignment for one of my teaching classes and I loved it.

I am From


Yes, I am odd :)
I am from dust, spiritual dust and industrial gravel dust.
I am from a park with no toys, only small trailers with small children inside wire fences.
I am from flowers, which I would string through my hair, with my older sister on the hill behind our first real house.
I am from the third tree outside my elementary school that was my only friend for a year until I made three best friends.
I am from kissing boys behind trashcans and hearts doting my i's.
I am from a moving truck, during the first year of high school and the stubborn attitude that left me friendless for another year of my life.
I am from a group of friends that I love as my brothers and sisters.
I am from three separate rides on Disney dreams near the ocean touching the coast of Florida.
I am from the graveside of eight loved ones, six that went long before it was their time.
I am from a youth conference, a man who was a missionary, and a song that says "Take, take, take it all."
I am from black ink pens and white paper, which will tell my story and all the stories that roll around in my head.
I am from a loving family, unbeatable friends, and an all-powerful God.
I am from a tub of warm water, submerging me and rising me again like my Lord.
I am from two hands and feet nailed to a cross, a sacrifice and acceptance of forgiveness.

I will go to the ends of the earth to love an orphan in a penny-less world.
I will go to serve and give as much as my heart allows.
I will go as long as I can or until God calls me home.
I will never give up on my dreams and I will never back down.
I will go because of what I am from.

I am who I am and I’m happy being me.

10 comments:

  1. Love it! I had to write something similar to this in high school- although I think yours is much better.

    And... I seriously can't come here without wanting jelly beans! They look SO YUMMY!

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    1. Thank you - it was very fun to write. The professor actually kept mine because he liked it so much. I just love jelly beans too and that makes me laugh! Easter is coming and the speckled jelly beans are my favorite! :)

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  2. I loved this. I'm stopping over from the Campaign. Cheers.

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  3. Love this. Especially love the last line.
    Visiting from the Campaign also.
    Lyn

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  4. Hi Krista, I'm stopping by from the YA group at the Campaign.

    Love this poem, I felt like I got a peek into your history in just a matter of moments. God's works are always so beautiful, especially when it's a heart :)

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    1. Hi Rebekah, nice to meet you! :) I'm glad that you liked it - it does kinda give a little bit of my history. :)

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  5. I've seen other people do this exercise and I always think it's amazing. I want to try it!

    I loved yours, especially: "I am from flowers, which I would string through my hair, with my older sister on the hill behind our first real house." I don't know why that line stood out to me, but it was just so evocative and lovely; it made me curious. I want you to extend that line into an entire story!

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    1. Emily - you should definitely try it! It's really a great writing exercise and rewarding in its own way!

      That's my sister's favorite line too. That would be a cool line for a story... :)

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