I Am
Your grandeur overwhelms me.
You lavish Your splendor,
Even on the ordinary,
Like grass upon the meadow,
And tears welling from the heart.
Where can I look that You are not?
Even the fallow field,
Awaits another day,
As a virgin in repose,
Seeing, in needful desire,
A time of promise and plenty.
You are written on our hearts.
We perceive You near,
Though hidden.
Terrible and tender,
You are unknowable,
Unless You give the means of knowing.
The universe though draped
In the garb of galactic might and majesty,
Does not know that it is.
Yet, the sentient child
Plays at Your side.
Men, too busy,
Brush by You on the street.
While the nursing babe
Finds You in steady supply.
Too grand!
Too glorious!
Blinded by the refulgence of Your sublimity,
I cover my eyes,
Yet peek with hope
To glimpse You passing.
In the mist of Your Mystery,
You are!
You are!
You are!
I know,
Because I am,
And You whisper and shout
Revealing,
I AM THAT I AM
By Joann Nelander
Our days flowed,
Seeming an endless river,
But then, alas,
Our mortality struck,
As it were, a fatal blow,
Bringing forth our parting.
The waters halted,
And I was left by the shore,
Watching,
Hardly credulous,
As the chariot lifted you high,
High to the throne of God,
And I,
I gaze, longingly, after you.
I feel you in the breeze,
Behold you in a mirror, darkly,
And miss your gentle touch,
Though your voice echoes on every breeze,
And I stand transfixed,
As at the parting of the
Passover Sea.
Remember and remember,
Our days,
The River,
And our Promise.
Endless prayer, endless promise,
As I draw, and you behold, one last breath,
An everlasting breath.
Endless promise,
Endless life,
And now with Our Lord
Holy, endless, Breath.
Copyright Joann Nelander 2020
Be Holy! 