Who Am I?
I am the wind blowing through the trees
I am the slave the white man frees
I am the flower blooming in the spring
I am the joy that a smile will bring
I am the prophet that walks every land
I am the condemned, life not in my hands
I am the shirt which rests upon your back
I am the empty space in a starving child's sack
I am the babe suckling her mother's breast
I am the sun that sets in the west
I am the sediment lying beneath the ocean
I am the waves in perpetual motion
I am the holy man, hands folded in prayer
I am the prophecy spewed forth from the seer
I am the page upon which this written
I am boy who has the young girl smitten
I am the star twinkling in the night
I am the wings of an eagle in flight
I am fear that rages through the land
I am the coast and every grain of sand
I am the solace found in an embrace
I am the panting runner winning the race
I am a mountain, I am the sea
I am you, I am me
Who are you?
Ta2dlam/1993
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liked your poem
nice work
I'm glad you liked it
Thank you, Mimi. This was fun and, at the time, held a great deal of meaning for me. You know, the wondering how we fit into the world and what our purpose may be. Again, thank you for the comment.
You can meet God in the church of your choice
You can meet Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
You know, it's only my opinion, I may be right or wrong
But you can find both in the Grand Canyon at sundown
-Bob Dylan