WHAT AM I
Tell me, oh LORD,
WHAT AM I?
Am I a reality that constantly dreams
A dream that reality yearns to be?
Am I a sign of your divine immortality
Am I the expression of brute mortality?
Am I a saint of your blessed compassion
Am I a cursed demon of damned cruelty?
Am I a ray of your luminous truth
Am I the darkness of ominous ignorance?
Am I your endless unconditional love
Am I the unending deleterious hate?
Am I the humble servant of your Holy creation,
Am I the conceited destroyer of your glorious design?
For long have I understood
I cannot be only the one
Can be only the other
Both I would say I am,
As long as I live, have I felt the
Everlasting battles of the two adversaries
Within my bewildered soul,
The reason why this is so, certainly
I do not know!
Is it perhaps all this a riddle to
A mystery by me to be
For if it is,
I declare, good with riddles I am not
THEE oh LORD, know better than myself
A solution to find myself, surely
I am unable
Mortal as was I created,
No more is left much
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 JUNE 2013