I came across a poem entitled I think I am? by my co-worker Lou Sciaroni.
Just because I think I am
Makes me even more a man
But when I think that I am not
I end up closer to I Am
I made a lot of assumptions with my interpretation of the poem, but overall I think the poem is talking about becoming less like man and more like God (or Christ in my beliefs).
Wandering through the desert,
A generation has lost.
Proscribed is this holy land,
That would rise through the darkness.
Yet there was hope.
A nation of tyranny,
Would climb upwards and oppress.
Fire, toxic gas, and metal
Would mark the end for many.
Yet there was hope.
The four nations prepared
For the end of all attacks.
A smaller nation quivered
As it stood to fight alone.
I am too weak to see this fully through.
The consequences made me lose all sight.
I tried to do what in my heart was right.
But failed to realize I’m hurting you.
I shut myself away from all you do.
I hid away but could still feel your might.
The tension grew inside me ever tight,
With no relief except a sinful few.
We stand together, firm –
Intertwined, we are strong.
Dare we not part the other,
For the winds will blow harder.
We grow together, stronger –
On our sturdy foundation,
Our roots grow ever deeper,
To guard against the storms.
Without our roots and rain,
And sun and good fortune,
And our wonderful Creator…
We don’t stand a chance.
©Copyright 2005
Climbing these stairs is a challenge.
At first the going was easy.
However, soon my legs got tired,
And each step became a hurdle.
The steps became larger and larger,
And I wished I could rest easy.
Can’t I stop here and rest a bit?
But I can’t stall along the way.
I attempt to climb just one more step.
Impossible, this task seems.
Please come break me from these chains.
I seem bound for eternity.
These chains hold me in place,
Drenching my quest for freedom.
Why have I allowed entrapment?
It was my choice for these chains.
Yet I can’t stand the burden.
For freedom, my heart is ready.
Through my faith my hope is driven.
My heart is free for I’m forgiven.
Incidentally, all life has a plan.
Lonely I felt, for I thought love was out of reach.
Outside I was all peach fuzz, but inside I was a pit.
Volatile emotions were not my nature, so I just kept them inside.
Everytime I looked in the mirror, I hated what I saw.
Years of sin against God made me ashamed to look anyone in the eye.
What is this gift that I’ve been given?
Are you the answer to my prayer?
Pinch me please, for my heart is driven,
On the hope that you are really there.
When did I awaken from this dream?
A heart of gold, I have never found.
With you, everything is what it seems,
As my heart is lifted from the ground.
I have seen what I did not want to see.
Take that blanket and cover my hurtful eyes.
I’d rather be blind than to see again.
Ingnorance should be my only virtue.
Yet He is out there constantly helping.
I ask to be blinded, yet He ignores me.
It is better to see the unwanted,
Than to go around helpless forever.
I felt you coming into this world,
And I rushed to see you.
As you let out your first breath of air,
I saw through to the end.
I knew you were the one to love,
And I gave myself willingly.
I smiled and gazed upon you,
So young and naïve of this vindictive world.
Your heart sang to me in your sleep,
While I watched over you every night.