Matthew Fox recently published an updated and revised version of his autobiography, “Confessions.” I’ll be posting a brief review of the book here on December 26.
Two previous wellsofwellness posts, and this one, are invitations for you to his book.
In chapter seven, Fox quotes a seventh century Celtic poem that Patricia and I first heard from Mary Meighan http://celticjourneys.com when we were on sabbatical in Ireland:
I am the wind that breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave on the ocean,
I am the murmur of leaves rustling,
I am the rays of the sun,
I am the beam of the moon and stars,
I am the power of trees growing,
I am the bud breaking into blossom,
I am the movement of the salmon swimming,
I am the courage of the wild boar fighting,
I am the speed of the stag running,
I am the strength of the ox pulling the plough,
I am the size of the mighty oak tree,
And I am the thoughts of all people
Who praise my beauty and grace.
If you were to write a poem titled “God” with thirteen “I am” statements what would you write?
I invite your poetic responses.
If I were to write one, it might be something like this:
I am the wind that breathes upon the cherry trees, apple and apricot too,
I am the wave of the lake on Grand Traverse Bay,
I am the murmur of a river’s rapids,
I am the warmth of the sun on sand dunes,
I am the moon and stars on the waters of life,
I am the power of cedars in the forest,
I am the trillium and marsh marigold of spring,
I am the soaring of an eagle,
I am the courage of CIW,*
I am the speed of a woman** running to qualify for the olympic trials,
I am the strength of a mother’s love,
I am the size of the statue of liberty,
I am the thoughts of Laura, Joe, Julia, Rick, Linda, Jim, Janet, Danielle, Martha, Marlyn, Patricia, Bill, Kathy, Rene, Lois, Gloria, Bernie, Ann, Kent, Will, Phil, Bernice, Jay, Judy, Henrietta, Faye, Sean, Jennifer, Katie, Mark, Peter, Noah, John, Jacob, Andy, Barb, Bette, Jean, Terry, Elijah, Sawyer, Jackson, Hazel, Sage, Indigo, Moses, Phoebe, Eli, Owen, Ben, Al, Ed, Margaret, Sandy,Olivia, Virginia, Tom, Bob, Annette,Joyce, Elaine, Nancy, Gary, Deanne, Ed, Kathleen, Greg, Joyce, and . . . well now . . . all who praise God’s beauty and grace.
*Coalition of Immokalee Workers: http://www.ciw-online.org/
**run strong run long, Katie Mcgee.
I do look forward to your poems of praise.
4 thoughts on ““I am the wave upon Grand Traverse Bay””
I am the soul of the deer, the fox, the turkey
I am the sound of the sky
I am the colors of music
I am the lights of Christmas and sunsets
I am the yearning for Oneness
Thank you, Jackie.
I am the wag of a dog’s tail
I am the wings of the eagles flight
I am the smell of pine
I am the burning pink in a sunset
I am the love in the eyes of the Soul
I am the sound in a child’s giggle
I am the health in an apple
I am the yearning of Peace
I am the I am
Beautifully you Patti. Thank you.