here I Am

here I Am

Oh my, where is my Lorde

i have set a place at my table

at the head

yet His throne is empty

i worry not for Him,

for He is mighty

He is able

He is strong,

the seat at my table

longs for His presence

a present to all hearts

yea, my heart does pine for Him

David was not my adversary

for His affection

but my instructor

in that accord

and i am thine

and thy Lorde is mine

Oh my, where is my Lorde

softly He whispered

a thought to me

upon the scent

of Lavender, Lilac, Jasmine

and Honeysuckle

my soul removed its skirt

and donned its dinner clothes

of humility and reverence

ecstasy, a word that cannot

contain my joy

bliss as well falls short

the ambrosia of expectation

manifests and sits upon our table

waiting for us to eat

my Lorde and “I”

so i seat Him

He seats me

He completes me

and we sit bathing

in the reflective light

where truth resides

and i am filled

before i touch my plate

for i have yet to partake

of this days meal

and the wonder of my quest

haunts me with smiles

soulfully deep

lest i remember

the bequest

of my longing heart

Oh my, where is my Lorde . . .

I AM here, my child

I AM He

I AM Thee

I AM All things . . . for

“I AM”

here I AM !!!!

(c) 11 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.