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Poem: Who are you God?

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By Christi Ortiz

I am the baby crying.
I am the old woman dying.
I am the stick that hits you.
I am the Faith that proves True.
I am the loved one’s embrace.
I am the tear-stained face.
I am the sunshine in the morn.
I am the rolling fields of corn.
I am the swaying trees.
I am the stinging bees.
I am the laughing heart.
I am the wounding dart.
I am the helping hand.
I am the spacious land.
I am the kind smile.
I am the bitter guile.
I am the Healer.
I am the Dealer.
I am the song of the bird.
I am the Living Word.
I am Faith, Hope, and Love.
I am the peaceful dove.
I am the long Fight.
I am the dark Night.
I am the breaking Dawn.
I am the gentle fawn.

I am the object of shun.
I am the Hidden One.
I am the king in a Palace.
I am blood flowing from the chalice.
I am the lonely, forgotten One.
I am the charity left undone.
I am Majesty and Splendor.
I am Redeemer and Mender.
I am Unwanted and Helpless.
I am poor and voiceless.
I am Victor and Humility.
I am Failure and Futility.
I am Patience and meekness.
I am Trust and Weakness.
I am Substance and Absence.
I am Mercy and Penance.
I am sin and death Destroyed.
I am life enjoyed.
I am suffering and sorrow.
I am yesterday and tomorrow.
I am the Resurrection and the Fall.
I am Nothing and I am All.
I am Love, I am God.
I Am.

Christi Ortiz
Christi Ortiz
Christi Ortiz is a licensed marriage and family therapist by profession and a poet by passion.  She enjoys trying to put to words to that which is wordless and give voice to the dynamic and wild spiritual journey called life. She lives in Spokane with her husband and two children, Emmanuel and Grace. She loves the outdoors and meditating in the early mornings which gives rise to her poetry.

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