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Thursday, January 05, 2006

This Place, my Protection, my Stomping Ground

This place is a symbol,
And a portion of my reality
This is the foundation where my faith was built
The place where I found a stone and turned it into my mountain

This place and all the people gathered
To embrace what really matters
This place and all its familiar faces that never change
I’m amazed I’m one of those scattered few who found it
This is a thing everyone is searching for,
The shape that must be seen,
Or touched in order to believe
Has somewhat disappeared
When I’m found right here
Just standing on this surface
I somewhat catch the words
Teaching that I have a purpose,
Even if its shown to me in pieces
I still see it
And being here,
Having these familiar faces to back me up
I can complete it
And this butterfly,
I can set it free.

If you just believe
You will see the tears have stopped for a reason
You won’t have to call on them for release
Because it brings peace
Knowing that people
Believe in you, too.

All of these people,
The ones who seem to just be there,
Whenever the cold chains catch you by surprise,
They are really rare

They know the times where you’ve messed up
They know when you need to back up
They know the time where you need to speak
And they won’t let you shut up, not even when you weep the words
Because these words have rolled out deep
The scroll of your being,
Your inner thoughts
Them alone displayed for all to see
When they are revealed
Don’t think of what others will think
Just think of those who believe in you

This place, a place where my feet finally hit the floor
This place is for real
And it has opened the doors
To something far beyond the reality that I face
A room with thousands of memories is like a picture
There are thousands of words to describe it,
But the moment that you are there, you can not think of one.

This place, a part of who we were, and who we are
And a part of what we are becoming
This place, let it be in a building, or on a game field
This is our stomping ground,
Were we are found
Whispering from our inner core,
On our knees, or on our feet, but on the floor
The place where our hearts were first set free
The very first time someone said,
I believe
In you.

This is our stomping ground.
-Barbie Friesen

A stomping ground is a place where you feel comfortable. It’s the place where you have been the happiest person, the saddest person and where you have shown people where you are and who you are. The reason I mentioned game field, is because that is where the people on the team can show who they really are, and what they really have, the treasures the gifts, their curses and their wish. This is our stomping ground, where those around us back us up and believe in us, the place where those people help us out, even if they don’t realize that they are doing it, they help us to believe in ourselves, and in others too.
This is our stomping ground.

This poem was inspired by Kristen and Kevin Dick, from their speaking on December 4th 2005, as Kristen spoke of her brother and sister, praise God for her strength, and complete conviction.


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