"I AM"
The electron, unmanifested, vibrates in perfect peace and knows, "I am."
A little pebble nestled by the east corner of a humble farmhouse admits, "I am the earth."
Shimmering with delight on the edge of a rose petal, the tiny dewdrop chuckles, "I am the ocean."
A gentle breeze caresses the tender brown cheek of a newborn baby in Africa and whispers, "I am the wind."
Yellow stands out from the rainbow and tells the green grass and the misty blue eyes below, "I am the spectrum."
A retarded young man happily plucks the lone remaining string in his guitar and the note that pours forth sings, "I am the music."
I hold a precious hand and in the mingling of our souls, my heart sighs, "I am mankind."
God breathes, "I AM."
-Bobbie Soroka
This poem was given to me by a friend of mine and written by his grandmother who passed away a few years ago. I never knew her, but from this poem I hope and pray I'll meet her one day in Heaven. |
