Before there was, I was.

 

And again, I am; the ceaseless answer to the call and prayer, “Hear us, oh Lord.”

 

I am the light; a lumined torch so that we may see.

 

I am the bread; to sate the hunger for spirit and bring comfort in fear.

 

I am the door; a threshold through which all may walk.

 

I am the good shepherd; guided by the hearts’ call.

 

I am the vine bringing the drunken love of the divine.

 

Again, I am. Born of water, bathed in fire; from stone I’ve grown and beast become.

 

I walk with thunder, dance on wings between rain, and

spin through the heart of man.

 

Again, I am. The sun that rises in the West.

 

The womb of the heart and the breath between the Breath.

 

Again, I am.

© 2020 by Ingrid Oliphant