I Am That I Am---Without End

I Am That I Am…Without End… Listen, my heart is a soul drum Beating the spiritual rhythms Of the sojourning struggle of life— Pumping pulsating blood inking The notes of our story—flowing From the past to the present—banked In the here and now—waiting to cascade Into the liberated future; Yes, like an aged tree trunk, I am rooted Here—anchored in the fertile soils— Here, engaged in the struggles of freeing life. Oh, the scars I bear are many; each being A keloid memory of where I have been—each A smooth raised and shadowed spiritual hope Of where I am going when finished inking here. Today, I now know that I am a child Of a once lost race that is now found And realized; a race destined to be forever free. Oh, I know that I am a child of the rivers Of blood—rivers fearlessly flowing free; You see, I am as the night—pushing aside The day—claiming my time now to be here, free. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may not be; Thus, today must be the joyous freedom advent. Therefore, today I claim myself eternally free; I am as in the beginning: wind, water, fire— The light! I am all: I am the Word without end!