Who are you O Lord, and who am I?

A question St Francis often asked, one we should probably ask on an ongoing basis…

Who am I? A question I should probably ask myself on a regular basis…

Who am I, where do I come from,where do I place my feet?

When/where do I take the next step?

who/ where/ why…. when/what?

So many questions in life, so many….

Walking is a part of who I am today, arriving here 3 years ago I remember being out of breath and exhausted by climbing the hill to the local shops…

Now I climb with no effort… but…

what am I walking through, who am I walking with, one step at a time?

I place my feet…

One step, one choice at a time…

what do I choose?

I choose wholeness before brokenness….

but I am broken,

broken by my own choices…

broken by others whose choices I have allowed, have chosen…

choice and blame intertwine, choke, blame, and stifle…

I place my feet….

Light and dark mix, questions hide, excuses proliferate, who am I, I ask again….

Who am I?

I watch my feet, as I take another step…. who am I?

My former selves, my real selves break in… judgement, criticism, bleak reality…

Who am I?

Who am I?

The potter takes the clay and shapes it,

pounds it,

hands working…

brokenness to wholeness takes time….

I place my feet….

creation/re-creation… owning truth…

I was hurt, I have hurt, I was… I am…

I place my feet, one foot, another…

One step at a time…

through light,

through shadow, I place my feet,

I am who I am,

abused ( yes I dare name it)

broken, but becoming whole…

Who am I?

I am,

I am,

I am….

I am you, I am me,

I am loved, held, known…

One step at a time I know myself…

I know… I am the walking wounded,

I am becoming whole…