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I am

November 9, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I am
too big
in my box
to see
I AM
but when
I am
out of my box
I am
small
so small
and I see
I AM
everywhere
I am.

I write this in honor of L.L. Barkat who has inspired me to leave my “box” and yield myself to the vastness of a holy and ever changing temple.

Where one moment my ceiling might be a blue porcelain bowl rimmed in delicate lavender and pink and the next a billowing tent of grumble gray and then diamond dusted ebony.

Where green burns orange and crimson and chills to sparkle white and breath meets breath.

Where the air is lilac sweet or peony heady or heat heavy or smoky crisp.

Where rooms are repainted and redecorated several times a day.

Where my eyes can see the Artist’s hand and my ears can hear His footsteps.

Where I am open to receive His spontaneous and sacred gifts, gifts that soak into my soul and transform my spirit.

And I am grateful.

I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
your handmade sky jewelry,
Moon and stars mounted in their settings
Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,
Why do you bother with us?
Why take a second look our way?
Psalm 8:3-4 (Message)

God, brilliant Lord,
your name echoes around the world.
Psalm 8:9 (Message)

(In response to God in the Yard, week 5, gratitude)

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Submitting this as a catalog poem for Random Acts of Poetry at
The High Calling.

Linking with One Shot Wednesday: Poetry~Week 19

Celebrating Tuesdays Unwrapped with Emily at Chatting at the Sky.

tuesdays unwrapped at cats

And giving thanks with Ann at Holy Experience.

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  1. Michael says

    November 9, 2010 at 10:58 pm

    This is beautiful. I tried to write along with this prompt as well, but I just couldn’t do it. Sandra, you truly are a gifted writer.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 7:14 am

      Oh, Michael. You are such an encouragement to me.

  2. S. Etole says

    November 9, 2010 at 11:55 pm

    The awesomeness of His world is there … in your words.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 7:14 am

      Thank you, Susan. Celebrating His awesomeness with you.

  3. Reflections says

    November 10, 2010 at 1:38 am

    Beautiful images drawn with your words to the paper.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 7:24 am

      Thank you so much.

  4. Sheila Hollinghead says

    November 10, 2010 at 6:12 am

    The use of the “I Am” was creative. God is the great I AM!!I love the image of the room being decorated several times a day. Good job.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 7:25 am

      Hi Sheila. Thanks. When I was little and afraid of thunder, I remember my mom (I think) telling me that God/angels were rearranging furniture. 🙂

  5. brian says

    November 10, 2010 at 6:48 am

    in my smallness i remember to see I AM as well…smiles. nice one shot!

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 7:26 am

      Thanks, Brian. 😀

  6. Linda Yezak says

    November 10, 2010 at 7:46 am

    LOVE THIS!!! You are so talented!

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 9:01 am

      Awww…(scuffing toe in dirt.) Thanks! Nice to see you.

  7. Tami Heim says

    November 10, 2010 at 8:06 am

    Breathing this one in deeply.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 9:02 am

      😀 On a countdown now. Can’t wait to see you!

  8. Chris G. says

    November 10, 2010 at 9:00 am

    Sounds almost like a rallying cry…the great “I AM!”

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 10:43 am

      😀 Amen.

  9. jasonS says

    November 10, 2010 at 11:53 am

    I love this poem, Sandra! Just beautiful and filled with hope. Thank you.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 1:41 pm

      Thank you, Jason!

  10. L.L. Barkat says

    November 10, 2010 at 12:03 pm

    “I am everywhere I am.”

    That was delightful.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 1:42 pm

      :D:D:D:D

  11. Jennifer@GDWJ says

    November 10, 2010 at 1:21 pm

    Y-EEEEEEEES!

    That rocked.

    • Sandra says

      November 10, 2010 at 1:42 pm

      You rock.

  12. Eric 'Bubba' Alder says

    November 10, 2010 at 2:24 pm

    Funny how we can go from big fish to little fish… I applaud you for embracing your little fish-ness.

    Nice One Shot, Sandra!

  13. *~Michelle~* says

    November 11, 2010 at 8:57 am

    In total agreement with the others…..

    you truly have a Gift.

  14. Shashi says

    November 11, 2010 at 10:14 am

    Dear Sandra
    Its so nice to have another take on “I Am” and I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing…

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

  15. Susan J. Reinhardt says

    November 11, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    Hi Sandy –

    Beautiful! I’m glad I left the poetry to the pros. 🙂

    Blessings,
    Susan

  16. Cheryl Smith says

    November 12, 2010 at 2:18 pm

    *Like* 🙂

    • Sandra says

      November 15, 2010 at 8:13 pm

      🙂 Thanks.

  17. Michelle DeRusha says

    November 13, 2010 at 7:41 am

    Sandra,

    A beautiful poem. I love the I AM theme. You are wonderful!

    • Sandra says

      November 15, 2010 at 8:11 pm

      Thanks, Michelle. *You* are wonderful!

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