sometimes...

...i am restless, ready

...alive and fighting with the barbarian grit of ehud- sword in hand

... undermining the system of repression

... i am running from the shadow of the Almighty 

... i am wounded by the slightest glance and fearful of the gathering clouds

... i am afraid clinging to any shred of truth in a house of mirrors- introspection

... i am reeling- desiring stew over blessing

... i am a castaway 

... i am washed in grace.

... the night is holy and the path illumined 

...i am fumbling through the maze of voices

Many times I am both here and there.

I am a victim of my own doppleganger 

and my only hope is in I AM.