Who am I? What am I?
Who am I? What am I?
That in which you cannot understand.
For I am a spirit, a hymn,
A psalm, a dream, a hope
An intention, a dimension.
I am time, space, air, I am a place.
I am the white dove of peace, the green eyes of jealousy,
The purple heart of bravery, the Red Cross of help.
I am salvation, desperation, anxiety.
I am the heat from the fire, the smoke from the flame.
I am the reason, I am the blame.
Who am I? What am I? I do not know,
From day to day what I am will continue to grow.
I am yesterday, today, and tomorrow, I am up and I am down
I am the tears of sorrow, I am the smiles of happiness, I am
The fear of fright, and the laughter of joy.
Who am I? What am I? I do not know for today
I am rain and tomorrow I’ll be snow.
I am versatile, adjustable, I am flexible.
I change with the weather, the day and the time
I am for most, the wind in a spiritual way
I am for myself unique and divine…
Sheila Robinson-young
1992
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