When the great wind toppled and blew her about,
She cried out in despair, "Where are you God?" And the wind became a soft breeze and the soft breeze tickled her hair and whispered in her ear - "I AM" I am not the word, but I am what the word points to. I am the echo heard in the stillness. I am a gale force and the gentlest of breezes. I am the window half open and the door half closed. I am the light in the window that flickers on and off. I am the first green of spring and the last leaf of fall. I am the spider's web and the dew that reveals it. I am the slant of light that glisten on the dew that dances on the web of the spider - who is a messenger of my order. I am the intricate workings of your hands as you go about your day. I am the closing and opening of the lens of your eyes as you behold the world before you. I am the bud of the first tomato plant and the emergence of the small green fruit I am the light that turns the green to red and the water that allows it to grow. I am the markings on a moth, the design of a beetle and the stripes on the zebra I am the face of the lioness and the face of the one she kills to feed her cubs. I am the sound of the cricket as it welcomes the fall, the grasshopper's jump, the horses gait. I am the movement of a cat's ears. I am in a mother's milk and I rest in your father's dying eyes. I am in the wisest of words and the deepest of griefs. I nestle comfortably in your peaceful moments, dance with you in your joy, and I walk with you through your fear and regret. I have been silenced in the heart of a killer and distanced in those who blame and judge, but I am still present. I am the one who lives on the street and forages for food and I am the one who lives on the fortieth floor and dines by candlelight. I am with the judge and the judged and the one who mops the floor when the courtroom is empty. I am quiet in those who are sure of their rightness and active in those who have been humbled. I am in you, beyond you and in all that is around you. I was then and I will be tomorrow and I am with your today. There is no place you can go where I am not. I am all that there ever was and ever will be. I am not the word, I am what the word points to ... I AM. i am - lindy tucker - 2009
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