Sunday, April 20, 2014

I Come From God

I come
from God-fearing people.

From streets picket thick
with steeples.

Where prayers fill the blue sky
like eagles,

and the preacher
lives next door.

I got Southern Baptist in my bones.
Jesus loves me, this I know.

My Grannie -
when she prays God answers "yes, ma'am!"

So, how'd I turn out like I am?

Submitted to Poetry Pantry

Don't forget; I'm hosting Flash Fiction 55 tomorrow.  Doors open at 8 eastern, just like G-Man taught me.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this!!!!!! I so relate!

Fireblossom said...

I love the streets picket thick with steeples! And the yes ma'am!

What's wrong with the way you turned out? I think you're glorious.

Steve King said...

So great! Indeed, how do we all turn out the way we have. I guess the Universe is filled with U-turns.
Steve K.

Kathie Brown said...

This is a wonderfully evocative poem. It seems we have similar roots! I think you turned out the way you were meant to! Happy Easter from an ex-fundamentalist.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Love the reverence shown by God.

I almost wish there was one.

aspiritofsimplicity said...

I don't come from that place...but i have visited...once thought I might live there but thought better of it.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

a poem of strong faith

grapeling said...

I wonder that, too ~

Susan said...

How lucky! All of it, every possibility, steeple, yes ma'am, backbone, and outcome.

Lorraine Renaud said...

I think you turned out perfectly, nobody can predict what will strike you or shape you of hurt you or love you, so here you are, and I think I kinda like you!!!!

R.K. Garon said...

Glad you were born :-)

G-Man said...

Amen Sistah...!!!

I'll be out of town for a couple of days MZ, but I DID leave a link to the Promt.
You've learned quite well Grasshopper...I'm very proud!!

manicddaily said...

The picket fence of steeples is just great as are so many images. Thank you.

Will try to do a 55 tomorrow. k.