I Am

By Elton Wildermuth, 1992

Sun through the trees,
the calm that stills the branches after the breeze,
the mote that dances where no eye ever sees,
a sigh of quiet elation.
Placid and still,
the thought that beckons in the absence of will,
a well of silence that no longing can fill,
a cry of mute fascination:
Fill me with silence like a shadow in the dark
Fill me with promise like the tinder at the spark
Fill me with mercy like an arrow through the heart.
Songs in your head,
the sound that lingers when the music has fled,
the voice that whispers when the words are all said,
we only know by reflection.
Fading to gray:
the world behind the curtain after the play;
the night that stretches past the end of the day,
that is our final direction.
Fill me (&c)
I am the shout you cannot hear
I am the formless night you fear
I am the urge that cannot call
I am the will where will is all
I am the sun you cannot see
I am the last great mystery
I am the dark before the dawn
I am the well whence life is drawn
I am the touch you cannot feel
I am the wound that will not heal
I am the germ inside the seed
I am the thought behind the deed
I am the world you cannot know
I am the need that must bestow
I am the love that conquers time
I am the rhythm and the
Born into silence like a shadow in the dark,
born into promise like the tinder at the spark,
born into mercy like an arrow through the heart.