The Real Me in Prose and Thought
Each is different,
Talking about you and me,
Them and They,
Are we what we are meant to be?
I am a dog person, more than a cat.
But I’m equally drawn to both.
If you know me at all,
Then you know that.
I find satisfaction in voices,
You would not even consider.
I read books designed for my mind
From the which, you would shudder.
Along the way of life
I find I must keep this reading part of me
Unrevealed, possibly hidden
You might see the “real me.”
Who am I? Who are you?
The personage may be appealing.
But the closer you get
To the one you want to know
The “real person” is revealed.
And you may not like what you see.
So, I choose to keep those authors,
Who speaks to the core of my being
Hidden and unnamed
And, if you ask, I’ll answer. Then and only then,
You will know who they are.
From my childhood of Dr. Seuss and Louis L’amour
To the towering tomes of history
By the grandest writer of all, James Michener
I don’t care if you are uninterested
But their words shaped me to be me.
Hidden in these modern times
Are writers current and from the past
Who shapes thoughts into letters
And letters into words, words into their thought.
From their writing, I read their word,
Develop my thoughts
To repeat their actions into my blog.
Here I stand,
Telling stories and writing every day
Who I am will be found
These words describe who I am.
2 Corinthians 11:22-31 NKJV
[The Apostle Paul Describes Himself]
Are they Hebrews? So am I.
Are they Israelites? So am I.
Are they the seed of Abraham? So am I.
Are they ministers of Christ?
—I speak as a fool—I am more:
in labors more abundant,
in stripes above measure,
in prisons more frequently,
in deaths often.
From the Jews five times I received forty stripes minus one.
Three times I was beaten with rods;
once I was stoned;
three times I was shipwrecked;
a night and a day I have been in the deep;
in journeys often,
in perils of waters,
in perils of robbers,
in perils of my own countrymen,
in perils of the Gentiles,
in perils in the city,
in perils in the wilderness,
in perils in the sea,
in perils among false brethren;
in weariness and toil,
in sleeplessness often,
in hunger and thirst,
in fastings often,
in cold and nakedness
— besides the other things,
what comes upon me daily:
my deep concern for all the churches.
Who is weak,
and I am not weak?
Who is made to stumble,
and I do not burn with indignation?
If I must boast, I will boast in the things which concern my infirmity.
The God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
who is blessed forever, knows that I am not lying.