i am not I anymore,
and why should i be
as great or greater as anything
else, proper or improper,
godlike?
i am not Me, no that’s too
much, just let me be
the little i that Your hands
mold to the shape of the
Universe.
i am not the rain or the
snow or the sun, but
i might be a little part of the
wind and the river that
You created,
carving my way through
the soul of the
world.
i am not I anymore,
and why should i be?
