i am

Sarah Weigel

by Sarah Weigel

divinity runs through me

makes a home

i am not its wellspring

draws from my depths a light

hands it over

truly mine

                       

small, frail, fearful

big, strong, brave

i am not the same

every day

divinity runs through me

as a gift, a grace, a taste

of perfection

i am not the stream

humility bows before

divinity revealing

i am not worthy

to host this company

but my body

is made a mountain

a temple holy

anyway