Where I am From…
A poem I wrote this summer {2016} A little insight. This is who I am and where I am from…
I Am From…
I am from the dust of a West Texas plain
Singing in the endless blowing breeze
Stringy hair, pearl snaps, red cowgirl boots
A seed of a girl in the Texas dirt
I am from the rolling hills of Oklahoma
Sketching dreams on an open canvas
Sprays of freckles, green eyes, knobby knees
A bud thriving in the morning sun
I am from the warm breath of a paint horse
Escorting freedom with power and peace
Shining smile, tan lines, strong legs
A determined stem pushing heavenward
I am from the moonlit night
Gazing upon stars and struggling with goodbyes
Dripping lashes, aching heart, clutching memories
A tangled maze of roots digging deep into the dirt
I am from the relentless tornado
Spiraling in constant confusion
Stabbing words, numbing pain, hopeless thoughts
A leaf battered and limp from the storm
I am from the mighty Rock
Resting in the Lord’s protection
Praying hands, praising lips, traveling feet
A dormant perennial pruned by the Gardener
I am from the mist of a mountain morning
Trusting in new promises
Trembling hands, a wedding ring, blue eyes
A fresh cutting transplanted to fertile soil
I am from the red rim of the Grand Canyon
Clinging to the edge over the unknown
Doubting mind, hugging babies, dirty laundry
A woman growing in season
I am from the fiery orange sunset
Marching with breath and beauty
Laugh lines, calloused hands, thankful heart
Petals falling open to the sun
I am from among the delicate white lilies
Wafting a sweet aroma in early evening
Watered in wisdom, pruned to compassion, fertilized with love
A bloom in the Master’s own garden
“Bloom where you are planted.”
With Love, Nikki
