Divine Portrait On A Good Day Poem by James Murdock

Nothing
of this
world
may
define
me
but
that
which
I am—
without
money,
beyond
pride
my
life
is
made
rich
by
the
endless
variation
and
intrinsic
depth
of
the
human
experience,
by
cosmic
weather
and
earthly
nature
I am
a universe
expanding
and
contracting,
concerted
beyond
ideas
of
my
own
absence,
exploding
forth
into
brilliant
delineation
and
on
to
notions
unseen
unheard
I am
God's
breath
and
will,
a modality
on
the
wave
of
time
and
the
timeless
wave
I am
the
turtle
and
the
armadillo
come
to reap
from
the
garden,
the
relative
and
unattainable
truth,
the
holy
eye;
the
I am
that
I am