I Am From
I am from much.
Began in green,
Rooted in backyard gardens
And a red house.
From long country drives
With misty mountains
Looming close by.
I came from Hollie and Bill,
Who lead by example and
Show me that love
Is a choice.
From the twin brother
I can’t remember and the
Grandfather who knew
How to make me laugh.
I came from books,
Old and new,
Stories full of dragons, elves,
Lions that speak and
Boys that fly.
My imagination was formed
By a magical wardrobe
And I learned sense
From Elinor’s conduct.
Idaho raised me
But
Hume has shaped me.
Now I am from quiet days
Spent at Kathie’s bench,
From learning to listen
And see things through
Eyes not of this world.
I am from hours outside,
From walks through the forest
And the twang of a bow,
Arrows shot straight and true.
I am from crazy friends,
Shaped by their well-meant teasing,
Surrounded by community.
And, most importantly,
I am from God.
A daughter of the
Most High,
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
Shaped by His word,
Refined by fire.
Forever rooted in His love and
Joy.