WHO AM I?

A poem. A conversation. A query.

“Who am I? Who am I?”

cries the echo in the night. “Can you tell me the why,

so I can see the light?”

"My child, my child,

you are seen, you are loved. Though you were defiled;

battered, bruised and shoved.

You are who I made you,

and that is more than enough.

Look! All the way through,

past your pain, though it feels tough."

"But God, my God, tell me more. I don’t understand.

Who was I before?

Before the hurt,

before the pain.

When I was formed from the dirt,

and had everything to gain.

Before the walls rose up,

and the veil disguised my face. When I sipped from your cup,

and walked at your slow pace.

All I know is the lies of the world -

a sticker, a price tag, a label.

It defines who I am,

and writes it in bold.

I’m merely a hologram -

a story untold.

Who I am is weak.

Who I am is confused.

Who I am is lost. Who I am is empty.

I am who? Who am I? Tell me, tell me,

one more time."

"Oh child, my child, remove the veil.

Break down the walls surrounding you. No fear, no tears, you will not fail. I am with you, this is true.

Say it with me,

repeat my words. Drink them, warm tea,

set them free like birds.

Who I am is seen. Who I am is loved. Who I am is pure,

and new, and valued.

Now listen to me child,

and bathe in my truth.

Don't let your mind run wild,

no, don't be aloof.

I AM who I AM. I am truth. I am freedom. I am love.

You can rest in my arms,

or soar on high.

Your confusion sits in my palms,

you don’t need to try."

"But Father, my Father, what is the why,

behind my actions and emotions?

Are they really just a lie?

A fraud, a fake, some peculiar notions.

I to and fro, a branch in the wind,

from left to right - hope my foundation will stand.

My why has just been pinned,

failing to withstand the frailty of the sand.

I’m weary and tired,

from the death of the night.

I just want to know how I’m wired,

so my soul can take flight.

Why am I who I am? Why do I do this, or that? I need to hear it from the Lamb,

instead of the devil‘s bat."

"My child, sweet child,

I need not say more. Look in my eyes, be beguiled,

let my love pour.

You are mine and I am yours."