This truly is my purpose.

This is a sestina poem that I wrote in Creative Writing.  This shows my purpose in life and expresses my faith. It's the reason that I am on this earth with the other six billion people.  This is why I am here.

What does it mean to have faith?

Is it showing your passion?

Is it having hope?

Is it something that really hits home?

It’s often hard to picture.

The answer is as free as an open field.

We try to see the playing field,

Instead of relying on the God of our faith.

We want to see the big picture,

We are imprisoned by our passion

Of wanting to see our eternal home.

Heaven is the object of our hope.

God is the only reason for our hope.

He knows my life’s field.

We each have a different earthly home,

But when God is the center of our faith,

We can trust Him with our heart’s passion.

With faith, life after death isn’t difficult to picture.

God has planned a beautiful picture.

For me to be a part of that plan, is my hope.

God recognizes everyone’s unique passion.

He’s laid each of us in a different field.

Trusting Him is key to your personal faith.

He offers the gift of life in His home.

Breath-taking angels walk the golden streets of God’s home.

I most look forward to looking in from the Pearly Gates to this picture.

But only one thing will get me there, my faith.

I know that it will be more beautiful than anything I had hoped.

I eagerly await greeting Jesus in a glorious field.

It is then that I will finally understand His passion.

Jesus was willing to die for me, and that shows His passion.

He offered to risk everything and leave His home.

Suddenly He was a part of a brand new field.

On the cross, when Jesus closed His eyes He saw a picture.

It was a picture of me and you that gave Him hope.

He saved us from the evil one, praying that we would have true faith.

My honest faith has become a true passion.

So when I die, I hope to finally go home,

To the picture I’ve imagined, meeting my Jesus in a field.

Where I'm From

I am from a park in the backyard,
and my church a block south,
my best friend up the hill,
and good old Tiny Town.
I'm from gravel roads and brick sidewalks,
bare feet and bicycles.
I'm from a pop machine and the coop that keep the town rolling.

I'm from Nebraska football and Saturday night card games,
playing pitch 'til two and church in the morning.
I'm from "Bedtime for Bonzo,"
and "Good morning Sunshine."
I'm from picnics in the summer and potlucks all year round.
I'm from the oldies: Steve Miller, Three Dog Night, and The Eagles,
to Country: Brad Paisley, Tim McGraw, and Faith Hill.

I'm from thirty aunts and uncles, and over one-hundred cousins,
adults growing older, and babies by the dozen.
I'm from German food every meal, and summer's pickled beans,
homemade runzas, jelly, and pie, to keep us all spoiled.
I'm from Christmas at Grandma's, and fourth of July in my yard,
to Easter krolf games, and the endless Settlers of Catan.

I'm from Daddy's enormous hugs, and long trips to town.
From Mom's incomparable cooking, and advice for everything.
From Brooke's gymnastics lessons, and all her hand-me-down toys.
From Ryan consistently dunking on me, Sega, and Nintendo 64.
From Ashton growing two inches taller, and board games on Friday night.

I'm from Stockham, Nebraska, Kliewerville as some say.
I'm from the place I call home.