“But He said to them, ‘It is I…” John 6:20
It is I.
It is I,
Footsteps beside you
In the cool of the garden.
It is I,
Footsteps behind you in
The weariness of Sinai
Night.
It is I,
Gideon’s ram’s horn
And Isaac’s ram,
Elijah’s mantle
And the psalmist’s crag.
It is I,
Spirit over the face of the deep,
Dove over the Jordan.
It is I,
Naaman’s cleansing.
It is I,
Multiplier of fish,
Abundant bread in the
Wilderness.
It is I,
Water of life
Divine purifying wine.
It was I.
It is I.
I am.
Do not be afraid.
“…as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the Voice continued. “I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comfroted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you as you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.”
C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy
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Thanks for writing a wonderful poem.
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