who am I?

the question runs

through the corridors

of my mind,

negotiating the inner critic,

the cry of doubt and self-despair,

acknowledging the corners

where depression lurks

waiting….

*

who am I?

yes I have achievements

I can name,

but they are not me,

I am deeper,

more wonderful,

more mysterious,

and the mystery grows deeper

the further I dare

to follow the question…

*

who am I?

my question

is a whisper now,

for this is holy ground

where love encounters

itself, and I find

that I am held

by the I am

of eternal grace

*

who am I?

I am love,

life,

wonder,

possibility

and more,

so much more

made in the image

of the indescribable,

the uncontainable…