Literature
Who Am I
I am the sea of glass That passes up and down the shore With a serene calm, or a fury That is here now, and was before High overhead I am the light With a deepest blue, like never seen So open your eyes once again And gray sullen clouds come in between The torrent of waves lift up in rage Only to fall again on shores of sand The complete beauty of this creation Is the maker of “Who I Am” As sun sets at the dark of dawn The hues of color take their place That same sun comes up in the Morn I give who I am, my all, to the human race You can glide as birds with heavenly grace As my own, it’s yours to use Or rage and bicker with contempt I give, Now it’s for you to choose So ponder and see the rage and fury in what I made Or the gentle softness of a little lamb. I ask quietly, precious child of mine, Again Who Am I? “I Am” Vicky Bartlett (Hayes) January 31, 1999
