My Place

by Deana Chadwell

My place in the family of things is
minute – a periwinkle shell,
a baby spider emerging from the silken sac,
just one needle in a forest of giant firs.

But my place is essential – the sum
of all things
different without me.

It is precious – this place of mine.
like the jewels of a watch,
like a love letter,
like the melody of an almost
forgotten song.
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Deana Chadwell

About Deana Chadwell

I have spent my life teaching young people how to read and write and appreciate the wonder of words. I have worked with high school students and currently teach writing at Pacific Bible College in southern Oregon. I have spent more than forty years studying the Bible, theology, and apologetics and that finds its way into my writing whether I’m blogging about my experiences or my opinions. I have two and a half moldering novels, stacks of essays, hundreds of poems, some which have won state and national prizes. All that writing — and more keeps popping up — needs a home with a big plate glass window; it needs air; it needs a conversation.
I am also an artist who works with cloth, yarn, beads, gourds, polymer clay, paint, and photography. And I make soap.

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