Of the Sprit That I Am

They tried to deny me and you… who we are and who I am… as the beloved of I am who is… but you can’t deny creation… Out of the darkness of creation I have come… beautifully adorned: I am a cloud of joy and the burning bush of flaming faith… I am a river of Jordan… and a lion tamer in a David-like den… I am a tri-cooling shield in a blazing furnace and the wind in the sail of a Noah-like ark… I am the force of the exodus out of the valley of the shadow of death—up to Zion’s Mountain top… I am the wheel in the middle of a wheel and the fuel of a train of an underground railroad… I am the energy of marching feet over trouble waters and resuscitation of deferred dreams still overcoming… I am the strength of hued Simons still aiding Calvary resurrections of soaring peace and love… I am indeed the child of the Alpha and the Omega—the soul of the God of the oppressed—the nourishing blood baptizing their coming renewal… I am—you see—the Trinity’s third: the Holy Spirit riding the Holy Ghost chariot and nothing can neither stop nor turn me around…nothing… I am the juice of the fruit of the vine of your liberation— the liberating juice of the God of the oppressed… I am the solidifying matter in your hued lives— enlightening the blind world… I am the Holy Spirit abiding in you and yours: I Am That I Am… Word Without End…