Who Am I?

Prince of Peace,
Lord of Love and Mercy,
you who are the Word of God,
the very emanation
of creation force,
who am I

that you

are aware of me?

What am I

that you should care

when our science shows

the probability of perhaps

trillions of souls

on a trillion worlds,

your truth of many mansions,

abundance of your spirit,

not the limitation

my brethren would impose,

all beneath your heel,

and me just one small more?

Yet when I look

in my loved one’s eyes,

deeply and at length,

I see the glimmer of her soul,

and even if I use the mirror

to stare into myself,

I see my own,

more than just my eyes

looking back

from barely considered depths.

We are but

multitudes of bodily shells,

some of them pretty,

some of them not,

some of them brilliant,

some of them not,

each housing a soul

made for relationship

with you and with others,

made for love,

with you and with others?

You tell us to consider

the lilly of the field

and the sparrow on its wing

to discern this truth.

How dare I

challenge how

you did this,

the sequence

of creation’s brush

when I in evidence

of your touch

can only write

a small, questioning poem,

barely pointing

to who and what I am.

Lord, teach me

to stand in wonder

contemplating this love apparent

without my judgment’s rub.

Copyright 2009, Jerry W. Engler