You (the Truth About Your Identity)


You are not the ocean -
not the wind that moves across,
not the crashing waves,
nor the glassy ease as evening falls.

You are not the clear blue,
the emerald green, the angry gray and white.
You are not the silver school of fins
spinning in synchronized motion
nor the great beasts that lurk and glide.

You are something smaller –
the silent oyster resting on the deepest floor.

But, again, you are not the oyster,
nor its opening or closing,
but something smaller yet.
You are the pearl, opalescent,
that dwells within, smooth and still.

You are the pearl.

And because of this,
you are all of these things and more –
the ocean, the wind, the waves,
the great creatures, the oyster,
and the pearl.   

Linking today with Unforced Rhythms  and Playdates With God.


  1. What a lovely place to begin my Monday and my week. So peaceful and serene in design, and then a lovely poem which brings it all into focus. Thanks so much for a wonderful start! I dropped in from Kelli's and Unforced Rhythms where we're neighbors.

  2. Thank you for the reminder that we are made up of everything that surrounds us from large to very small. Lovely poem.

  3. I think my first comment got lost (my bad)...

    Kelly - This poem moves and shakes and stirs me, in its earthy holy beauty, its mystery and truth. This is my favorite of your poems, for I found myself with nothing to say at the end of it, but "Whooooa." Thank you, poet friend.

    1. I'm so glad this spoke to you, Amber. I've been holding on to this truth (as I can) that I am not the things that happen in my life, but the depths of me are held and kept in the wholeness and love of God. May you know the same.

    2. Kelly, I don't know which one I like better, the poem or the comment above. :) -Both wonderful and true. I am thankful for you and the read!.