I am
majestic oak’s cool shade,
the sweltering heat in summer’s glade.
I am
the homeless man you passed,
the rich one who gave of his last.
I am
the flowering cherry tree,
the dandelion’s seed set free.
I am
the widow, fearful and alone,
the youth, whose life has just begun.
I am
the rainfall and the earth,
the sun and wind and blazing hearth.
I am
the saint and seeker, lost,
all those confused, in myst’ry tossed.
I am
the darkest new moon night
and morning’s gentle kiss of light.
You’ll find
at last when life is done,
when shadows lift, we are but one.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where we are invited to use repetition in our poetry.