Snapping blaze
echoes
the words of
identity penultimate
Writ in fire
From a tree unconsumed
by flame comes forth
the one and only Name
I Am Who I Am
Barefoot shepherd
wretched man
tool in the Almighty's hand
bends low
One question
spinning off the edges
of his mind
Straightening he whispers
to the sky:
If God declares with certainty
I Am
The question I must ask myself is
Am I? Who Am I?
