What Am I Vi

Please, tell me, oh LORD, WHAT AM I? Am I a reality that constantly dreams Or Am I a dream that reality yearns to be? Am I a sign of Your divine immortality Or Am I the expression of brute mortality? Am I a saint of Your blessed compassion Or Am I a cursed demon of damned cruelty? Am I a ray of Your luminous truth Or Am I the darkness of ominous ignorance? Am I the expression of Your unconditional love Or Am I the unending deleterious hate? And finally, tell me, oh Lord, Am I the humble servant of Your Holy creation, Or Am I the conceited destroyer of your glorious design? For a long time now, I have understood, my Lord That I cannot be only the one, nor can I be only the other But Both I would say I am, Since As long as I live, I have felt the everlasting battles of The two adversaries within my bewildered soul, However, The reason why this is so, certainly, I do not know! Is it, perhaps, all this a riddle to be solved Or A mystery by me to be explained? For if it is, I honestly declare that good with riddles I am not And You, oh Lord, know better than myself That Unable I am a solution to find, For Mortal I was created and limited is my perception Thus Unconditionally, into the palms of Your divine hands My soul, I place Ready To follow, obediently, the path that You for me Have traced! © Demetrios Trifiatis 24 April 2021