Who Am I? Poem by David Taylor

Downcast and burdened with a thousand cares.
Staring at a complex world of conflict and despair.
Imagining the worst and gripped by fear.

Forgetting who I am,
and what is really there.
Thinking I am this and that,
and becoming tired and scared.

The mind ensnares me with it’s thought.
It makes me small compared,
with the Truth that is your Love
and never is impaired.

The thought of You releases me,
and gives me space to see.
This mind cannot confound the Truth,
that He and I are free.

Who am I? This mind must ask.
Am I this thought I see?
That can’t be true and with this thought
I will return to Thee.