I am
By Bro. Francis Iturralde

When I survey the landscape of my life across the horizon of time
that looms so disturbingly still
disjointed thoughts tumble
one after another
in a  frantic attempt
to make sense of
what was
what is
and what can be.

the question are terrifyingly loud
and the answers seem like
but frightened whimpers
of a soul lost in its futile imaginings
for a meaning elusive and momentary.

harassed and perplexed
the heart yearns to escape the here-and-now
to flee like a bird to its mountain
wishing to be cradled
safe in the bosom of Him who is beyond
all these restless vexations
of human existence

o where are you God?

the silence of vacuumed time
and the eternal spaces
is sickening thick

only to punctuated
by a deafening whisper, sweet and soothing:
I AM here! I AM now!

in the wood of the cross
hewn rough and bloodied by the sin
of the centuries,
stands the Truth
of  who i am in the great
I AM