I find myself once more questioning
Who Am I?
Am I really called to this?
Do I really belong?
Am I enough for the challenge?
Am I able?
As the darkness presses into my being
Blotting out the memory and the knowledge
Of what I know, of who I am
I feel myself spin
I feel a sense of loss within
But then quietly
Out of the Life that has become mine
Out of the Love that over flows measure
Out of the peace that cannot be taken from me
Even when I've surrendered it.
The quiet peace screams
In the silence of the darkness
And I know that it is not about who I am
But Whose I am
Not where I belong
But to Whom I belong
It's not that I need to be enough
I know Who is enough
And the cold of the darkness recedes into the shadows
As the Light presses in and warms the dark cold corners of me.
