No accident,
I am a product of
places lived,
choices made,
experiences had,
but mostly,
people known.
Parents, siblings, friends,
spouse, children, neighbors,
pastors, teachers, employers,
YOU
shaping -
as clay in the potter's hand
gently molding
or
roughly kneading -
me
into me.
Steps guided by the Creator,
my path crossing yours
mingling a while
in history.
I give thanks
to Him
for using you
to mold me
into who I am.
Happy Birthday! Is your trip 'North' part of your birthday pressie to yourself?! ;)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks Anne! I think the trip "north" is really just a "take advantage of an opportunity" thing...but we'll call it a bday gift! :)
ReplyDeleteWow, Heather. I really like your poetry
ReplyDeletestyle! You reflect and articulate in a way that makes me
see and understand the things your write about... even poems about you! i loved it!