Ars Prophetica

I Am Who I Am, sum of melodies,  
source of rhapsodies, you compose the soul
for chorus of the partial and the whole,
for serenades to your Name in all keys.   
I would give praise though I drown in the sea      
or confess the Faith though my heart collapse
and let my tongue set no clattering traps
but use it for beauty on bended knee.                                             
I give my body to the song of God  
and offer it up as an instrument
to amplify the music of ascent
in union with the silence of the awed:
Oh, Spirit! whisper in my inmost ear
then sing with my lips in voice loud and clear.

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This article appears in May 2026.