As I Am
What is this whisper; this sacred sound
That beckons now my soul
To follow, softly, a path of rhyme
That the hands of peace shall hold?
How sweetly does it call my name--
My ailing heart, it finds
And cradles gently in its bliss
My troubled thoughts in mind.
We find a place within my soul
And unfold a blanket there
To watch a field of memories
Flutter calmly in the air.
Oh, how it seems to know me well--
As a rainbow knows the sky...
It knows the colors of my joy
And of the tears I cry.
And in this moment,
I find myself
Not as life
Would have me be
But as I am...
How I really am
When my prayer is to be free.
I find myself letting go
Of all that's kept me chained,
And being who I'm meant to be
Without the sores of pain.
I find that I am healed from it--
From the pain of falling down
And the love that cares
For all my wounds
Comes from a whisper's sound.
It leads me on this soothing path;
This path of gentle rhyme
And lets me be just as I am
In human heart and mind.
It breathes upon my soul such peace
That in my heart shall stay,
And then it turns into a dove
And softly flies away.
~T.S. Wilkins~
