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J.C. Scheff

The Value of My Being

This past month I submitted two poems to a poetry contest held by OPEN (Organization Promoting Everlasting Neighbors) which was formed here in Jasper County in August, 1990. OPEN strives to strengthen its global outreach in the community by sponsoring and hosting exchange students from Ukraine and Taiwan. This allows citizens in our own communities to strengthen and form understanding and acceptance while learning about individuals in other countries. Being able to do this helps us to recognize and accept differences; thus strengthening relationships with others around us.

A fellow friend and advisor at the private university where I attend sent me information regarding this contest I only, at first,  considered it. Yes, later I reflected on the seriousness of the recent events in Ukraine, and what it might be like to be here, and have my family in another country. I thought about Taras Shevchenko and his strength to create, live and how he fought. The rights we have now were not without fighting for. So, it seemed appropriate to write something for those people who are stilling fighting to be heard and accepted.

One of these poems, “The Value of My Being” received second place in this contest. I pray it gives great strength to many.


I may reach my height of a hundred feet,
Or be cut down before my time.
But it is these roots beneath your postures,
Below your oppression and perspective,
That allows me to grow, and divide.

For the value of my being is deeper than your decrees.
Listen to the leaf upon my branches explain,
That I am much more than fire to burn,
More than a function of a species neglected to shelter you from the rain, the sun.

Do not overlook our value, our reveries,
But listen to our stories, and our poverties,
So that we do not become grey and fissured,
Or dry up at our origins.

Let us speak so our ancestries might live in amity and reconciliation.
So, we might bud again in the spring, and,
Cover you with our characteristic lobes.
Here, we are men, women, and infant.
We are but, a tree of existence.

Значення Мого Буття

Я можу досягти своєї висоти ста метрів,
Або бути скорочений до мого часу.
Але саме ці корені під вашими позами,
Нижче вашій гноблення і перспективи,
Це дозволяє мені рости, і розділити.

Для вартість мого істоти глибше, ніж ваші указів.
Слухайте листа на мої гілки пояснити,
Те, що я набагато більше, ніж вогонь, щоб спалити,
Більш залежності від виду знехтувати прихистити вас від дощу, сонця.

Не забувайте нашу цінність, наші мрії,
Але слухати наші історії, і наші бідністю,
Так що ми не стають сірими і потріскані,
Або висихають на наше походження.

Давайте говорити так наші родоводів може жити в дружбі і примирення.
Таким чином, ми, можливо, бутон знову навесні, і,
Обкладинка вас з нашими характерних пелюсток.
Тут ми чоловіки, жінки і немовляти.
Ми але, дерево існування.



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5 thoughts on “The Value of My Being

  1. sweet! Way to go!!!

  2. Paul Christiansen on said:

    Nicely done 🙂

  3. this is absolutely wonderful:)

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