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POETRY

On Identity

With prayer books and tea
I sit, listening to His
Heartbeat between breaths.

Who am I, really?
Tongues and dreams, visions and paint
Held in Kingdom service —

Or a lost daughter
Now found? (I do not know what
It means to be this.)

Perhaps there is love
Waiting for the shivering
Feral beast I am,
Broken open like folklore
Exposed heart beating.

My mysteries belong
No more to myself;
Surrendered into
His gentle hands.

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Heather Dickinson is a somewhat feral teaching artist in eastern Washington, who dabbles in poetry among illustrated sketchbooks and outdoor adventures. Her days are spent discipling young creatives in Catholic education. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English (LCSC 2006) and a Master of Education in Humanities (GCU 2025).

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