I Am
The river is all ice and snowdrifts,
Frozen and still.
Be still and know that I am God.
These words rise from deep in my memory
Like smoke from a chimney across the river
Rises and drifts, gently dissolving
To become one with the air again.
Be still and know that I am God.
I am a small stone, silent and still
In the pre-dawn darkness. I am
The wheelchair I sit in, writing these words.
I am the pen and the hand that holds it.
I am the words and the empty spaces around them.
I am the table, its surface scratched and worn.
I am the ice and the water flowing beneath it.
I am a small stone, silent and still.
I am the stillness and the moment that contains it.
I am one word in the great book of God.
I am the silence under these words.
Copyright © 2004 Margaret Robison
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