IS IT I?

Is it I who lays here in this home I create?
Is it I who structures
these children’s lives of debate?
Am I who reads Gods words each night?
I who respects and fears his might?

Is it I who sees the pink past the clouds?
And wonder
if chariots truly ride among stars?
Is it I, that searches for the meaning of life?
Who wonders if she’ll be a suitable wife?

Is it I that stares into the mirror?
Deeper at the eyes, that question if I’m here?
Who am I that collects
earthly trinkets and sorts?
And hangs them on her walls
Like a fine fitting coat.

Ahhh --- am I the one
who feels the pleasure of a kiss
And unmentionables, the traces of feathers?
Is it I who upholds the choice we all have
To be free and to love and decline the bad?

Is it I who could wander aimlessly lost
In open fields, in the dark, judging the cost?
Looking for answers and searching the souls
Then turning back finally to say,
I don’t know.

If not I, then who, was created for this.
If not I, who’d make choices and laugh while they live?

Could be I who wanders
the flower lain fields.
Pretending to be lost,
soaking in all that heals.
I may be the one, God speaks to in dreams,
Could be……….”I” could be
Anything, everything.

If not I, then who would breathe in the air,
Not just to breathe, but experience it clear.
Who else will ask questions and learn
every day
Or thank God for poorness
and reap what it pays.

If I could take lead of the chariots in skies,
And believe in my spirit, to not watch it die.
Then I’m sure it could be me, as well as you.
Could feel light and love
And be truth.

--Diva
from "A Diva's Forte" (Lulu publishing)