I Am That I...Without End...

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life

Listen, my heart is a soul drum

Beating the spiritual rhythms

Of the sojourning struggle of life—

Pumping pulsating blood inking

The notes of our story—flowing

From the past to the present—banked

In the here and now—waiting to cascade

Into the liberated future;

Yes, like an aged tree trunk, I am rooted

Here—anchored in the fertile soils—

Here, engaged in the struggles of freeing life.

Oh, the scars I bear are many; each being

A keloid memory of where I have been—each

A smooth raised and shadowed spiritual hope

Of where I am going when finished inking here.

Today, I now know that I am a child

Of a once lost race that is now found

And realized; a race destined to be forever free.

Oh, I know that I am a child of the rivers

Of blood—rivers fearlessly flowing free;

You see, I am as the night—pushing aside

The day—claiming my time now to be here, free.

Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may not be;

Thus, today must be the joyous freedom advent.

Therefore, today I claim myself eternally free;

I am as in the beginning: wind, water, fire—

The light! I am all: I am the Word without end!