I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.
- Walt Whitman, from "Leaves of Grass", via Dead Poets Society
In answer to the King of the Blogs Round 2 challenge...
I am the Book of Psalms.
I am a writer's heart poured out in worship before the Almighty God;
A melancholy poet crying out for salvation;
A song waiting to happen.
I am ballet shoes.
I am dramatic, creative, and (sometimes) graceful;
Sometimes a fluid, lilting skip across the stage;
Sometimes a wild, whirling spin for all I'm worth.
I am the sound of babies' laughter.
I am gentle, simple-hearted, and warm;
Peaceful, happy and innocent;
Sometimes oblivious to the dangers of the world.
I am Schroeder.
I am quiet and watchful, most of the time;
Enjoying the show, and sometimes participating,
Allowing the music in my soul to break forth.
I am a cuddle and a kiss on the forehead.
I am soft and loving;
Giving and embracing;
Intimate and sweet and unspoiled.
I am a waterfall.
I am intense and focused;
I pour myself wholeheartedly into my purpose,
Letting nothing stand in my path.
I am pale turquoise.
I am intellectual, relational, and optimistic;
A peacemaker, advisor and helper;
A level head in the midst of turbulent times.
I am a mass of contradictions, a complex human being,
A creation of a wonderfully multi-faceted God.
My presence in this world and in this sphere
Adds another thread to the pattern
Carefully woven by a Master Weaver.
The sharing of my words, my thoughts and my experiences
Sheds a little more light on what it means
To be a part of this vastly varied human race.
And even if you don't fully realize it,
You know part of you would have to miss me if I was gone.