A poem by Bill Dahl 2012
All Rights Reserved.
To some I’m known as Something-
Existing someplace or somewhere.
I’m the One they cry to,
Desperate for Someone to care.
To others I’m Somebody
Called upon sometime or someday
When your lives become aflame
Desperation’s rescue – somehow or someway
For many I’m a Somewhat
Just a partial notion of what you think you need.
Something you must have to soothe yourself –
From the lies of self-sufficiency and greed.
In this poem this Something is
Someone much more than some proclaim.
I’m intimate and kind, come and test my claims.
Your masses refer to me – many are my names
I live and reign in all of sometime
Every dimension within each someday.
The breath of life for you each morning,
Tomorrows light of the someway.
A love for you so passionate
Not content with someplace or somewhere
I make my home inside of you
Not someplace “over there.”
Great Spirit, Wonderful, and Almighty
The Someone – source of grace.
The Sometime who created this
A presence – voice, and face.
This One that I speak of
The Creator of all place, where, time and day
The One true One of all of it
The Provider of all thing, body, what, how and way
From the wealthy to those in poverty
The shortest to the tall
The Great Spirit I AM everywhere –
The Awesum Author of it all.
For Reprint Permission: Please email Bill Dahl at: wsdahl (at) bendbroadband (dot) com.