Who am I

This is a companion poem to Who is God, included in my previous post, meant to be read side by side. I loved writing this! There are times when I wonder who has more of a hand in my writing; me or God. He really helped me with this one. I hope you take the time to discover who God is to you and who you are to Him.

Who am I?

The sinner who needs a lot of help to attain salvation

The poet whose wise thoughts always get lost in translation

The daughter who regrets all the years she was the center of her mother’s frustration

The sister who tries the hardest in each conversation

The friend who has learned to look beyond limitation

The child who still sees the world as a fascination

The writer who wishes to be someone’s inspiration

The lover who though broken still has a very high expectation

The student who hopes to make an impact on civilization

The girl who has survived and learned from life’s tribulation

The woman who dreams of a best friendship full of love and adoration

The comedian who doesn't always value or desire isolation

The lamb who follows her shepherd without hesitation

The believer who holds fast to the rod that leads to the final destination

The masterpiece of God’s creation

February 25, 2015

Who is God

This is what god is to me. 

Who is God?

The judge who can grant ultimate salvation

The hearer of prayers who never needs a translation

The friend who understands every frustration

The listener who knows the most important part of a conversation

The holy one whose divinity knows no limitation

The being whose light and goodness spark all manner of fascination

The brother whose actions give me inspiration

The son who fully lives up to his father’s expectation

The savior who can heal all of civilization

The redeemer who knows my personal tribulation

The prince who is loved with true adoration

The man who knows fully life’s pain and isolation

The shepherd who would die for his flock without hesitation

The leader who has marked the path to our final destination

The rock of creation

  

February 24, 2015

Dark Thoughts

I was reading the scriptures and came across this verse in Alma 34:35 

"For behold, if ye have procrastinated the day of your repentance even until death, behold, ye have become subjected to the spirit of the devil, and he doth seal you his; therefore, the Spirit of the Lord hath withdrawn from you, and hath no place in you, and the devil hath all power over you; and this is the final state of the wicked." 

The word 'seal' really caught my eye and as I thought more about the verse and the concept this scene came to mind of a soul captured by the devil. It's a bit dark but I believe it holds truth. I sincerely hope this never unfolds in my life. I hope no one ends up in this position. 

What happens when the choice between evil and right is past? And you end up on the wrong side. The devil will have power over you. He will seal you into a cell, on an old forgotten island that the Lord God cannot even tread upon. You will lament in a dreary wasteland until you are full of gloom and bitterness. At that point you finally choose to revile against all that is good. The very being you possess is full of evilness.  The bars cannot hold this new-found dark power. With your freedom you do not however flee the island and search the world over for forgiveness. You climb the stairs and come face to face with the Devil himself. On your knees you beg for admittance into his private army. That host of darkness that seeks out auras of light. You want to suck away all the happiness and joy in the world simply because you were denied your own. A secret chuckle escapes his lips as he points you to the raiding party preparing to depart. It was always going to end this way, with you begging to follow his footsteps of shadow. All he had to do was lure you onto the island and you did the rest. 

Praise the Lord

I felt the need to write something today and this came out. I really believe that no matter the religion or the act of worship being performed true faith is equal. To the Father the only thing that matters is the sincerity behind the action. That is what truly counts. 

Praise the Lord

People across time and space have found ways to

Remember and praise the Lord their god

All are unique but are they equal?

Is the faith different between a sacrifice and a song?

Satan would have us believe that yes there are levels of faith

Each act of worship is placed in a hierarchy

That we can be somehow unworthy of the Lord if we do not have faith enough

His love is not however dispersed in this juvenile way

Every act of praise is valued the same in His eyes

Little actions are equal to large

Over the course of a lifetime they simply add up to character

Real faith is not in the action it’s in the heart

Different though they seem, all true faith is equal

February 22, 2015

P.S. this poem is an acrostic meaning that the first letter of each line spell out a word or phrase. I love this style of poetry and if you will look back through my work you are sure to find others.

Remember the Freedom Givers

I wrote this a long time ago and as I was rereading it I was constantly making corrections in my head. However I left it exactly as little fourteen year old me wrote it. I memorized and then performed this piece for my middle school debate competition. It's not the best work I've done but there is a lot of heart and meaning to it. I hope you take the time to reflect and remember those service men and women. It's a little after midnight so it's not veterans day anymore which is just as well. We shouldn't only remember them on a few choice days of the year. 

Original Oratory
Topic: Remember the freedom givers.
By: Aubrianna Hockett June 1, 2008
Dedicated to Mr. Whitson,

Thanks for giving me my freedom. I really appreciate it.

            Have you ever thought about those heroes that died for our freedom? Have you ever thanked their mothers for raising heroes? Have you ever thanked their fathers for telling them they could accomplish anything that they put their mind to? Have you ever even thought about how lucky you are for living in a free country? Have you ever thanked those people who have recurring nightmares of the horrors of war? Do you ever think about these people on days that aren’t set aside for their remembrance?

            War is not glorious. War is not divine. War is hideous and simply ridiculous. Death is not merciful, death is not kind. Death is greedy and ruthless. The nightmares of war never really go away. They are always there deep in your mind. The veterans of wars relive battles each and every day. Not many people in this world have the stomach to take another human’s life. Fewer yet can watch someone’s life slowly slip away and do nothing to help them. Napoleon Bonaparte once said that “it requires more courage to suffer than to die”. I know that it takes even more courage to watch someone else suffer than to suffer yourself. War is definitely not kind.

            What is courage, is it the ability to fight, to hurt someone, is it standing up for what you believe in, is it being not afraid? What is courage? “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear” Ambrose Redmoon. I can guarantee you that anyone who was ever in a battle was scared to death if they weren’t they were later. So does that make them no longer heroes because they were afraid? No, it makes them even more heroic because they could see that something was more important than their own life their own fear.

            Does anyone who has never been to a third world country really understand the freedom that we have in this country? The freedom that we have in this country is amazing. Do we ever thank those veterans that fought for our freedom? How many Americans can honestly say that they thank those veterans every day? I know that I can’t remember those heroes and thank them for everything that they did. It would be absurd if we the people in a free land could not even remember the people who gave us our freedom. The next time that you sing the words “and the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!”, the last words of our national anthem written by Francis Scott Key, remember that the brave are still around to thank in person.

            Just think if every person in the United States took ten minutes of their day to humbly do something for those veterans and their families in thanks, what would we be like as a nations? As a state? As a city? As a school? As a family? As individuals? The whole world would benefit from it. If we just sit down for ten minutes, ten minutes a day and think about and thank those heroes for what they did I know that they would hear us. And that they would know that they fought for a reason. The reason of freedom. Remember, everything that we have the privilege to do, is because, of the freedom givers.

November 8th

I hate having to reach down deep inside of myself

Trying to find that one glimmer of motivation

I hate searching for hours

For the courage to get out of bed

I hate letting my mind wander

Down the dark paths

Why can’t I write about happy things

Normal people things

Why can’t I make myself care

Even a little bit

Why can’t I shake this off

And pull myself out of it

Am I the only one who feels this blankness

Dull and empty blank nothingness

Am I the only one who hears the voices

Of the evil merciless parts of myself

Am I the only one who sees life

As a chore

November 8, 2014

Ordinarily Unique

It's amazing how much teenage angst I can still feel as I reread this poem. But isn't that what makes it so great!?

Ordinarily Unique

No one knows who I am

No one’s even guessing

I almost know who I want to be

Then again no one wants me to be her

They all have their own ideas and plans

Of who I am and who I am to become

But they are all wrong I am none of those girls

I am a little bit of each

I am seriously hyper

I am quietly outspoken

I am impressively strong and gentle

I am rash and thoughtful

I am happily distressed

I have improperly perfect decorum

I am strangely normal

I am simply complicated

I am ordinarily unique

I may not be what you think I should

But I am who I am

And I can’t

No won’t

Change that

May 9, 2009