Am I my body, for it shall die?
Am I my feelings, for they change all the time?
Am I my thoughts, for they don't feel to be mine?
Tell me please, Who am I?
For I do not know where I was before birth,
or where I will go when I depart this Earth.
I am alone in a crowd, no way to connect,
awkward and vulnerable I avoid being direct.
Lost in a world that's cold and confused,
I keep warm by myself so not to be used.
But I see with the years my world growing small,
strangled by fears, I have no place to fall.
With no sense of purpose, don't know what to do,
I wander around, searching for you.
So, please, I beg you, tell me now,
Who am I without a crowd?
Who am I with no body or thought,
or any thing at all that's not paid or bought?
When I strip down and completely naked,
Who am I in front of the sacred?
If I am not you, and you are not me,
then what's in-between for us to Be?
I need to know before I die,
Who am I? What is true inside?
And here I am, on my death-bed,
I wait for you, I let go instead.
All these years wishing to belong,
now I know you've been here all along.
Who am I is no longer a question,
but a warm embrace with deep connection.
Hold me tight as you bring me across,
to the only place I can never feel lost.
Your gift of peace has let me try,
to help respond to 'Who am I?'
Amen.