I asked God for a picture the other day, and He said, ‘Here, have a poem.’
I Am
In a world that ebbs and flows
like watercolor pastels
I Am.
When the snow turns to rain
and the rain to ice
I Am.
When the phone call from ocology
shatters your calm on the couch
I Am.
When allegations quit your co-teacher
wrench your right arm out of socket
I Am.
Should the Mississippi convert course
converge on Minnesota or
the San Francisco Bay invert
I Am.
I have been, I will be,
I Am.
Deep comfort. Thank you.
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