I Am . . .
I am the ringing chime
I am the blowing breeze
I am the pileated’s cry
I am the wind in the trees
I am the hush before thunder
I am the trembling leaf
I am the ache beneath wonder
I am the prayer under grief
I am the shadow at evening
I am the gold on the hill
I am the creek softly speaking
I am the soul becoming still
I am the dog at the doorway
I am the lamp in the rain
I am the path through the meadow
I am the song after pain
I am not one thing only
I am neither fixed nor confined
I am the world God is breathing
in my body, spirit, and mind.





