I Am

My front porch is withering,

my dwelling of dire mending,

please come in,

I am but a man

as I live and breathe.

Well mannered and educated,

working for a living,

rising to the scent of fresh brew,

neither prosperous

nor foiled,

I won’t lament,

simply content with what little I gain.

Emotions I portray,

procrastinate to delay,

not knowing my own mind,

most often doing nothing.

I bore easily.

So come to me sweet child,

let me hold you so close,

in the caring arms of your good father.

She was bread of true love,

gleaning my grandest of traits,

though unsure as to revere

or debase at such personality,

for I was but a boon

to my own folks.

I am proud of your successes,

stern in your debacles

however rare,

I’m always filled with love

and joy at having you

in my life.

Now ingress upon my walkway,

avow your admittance into Heaven,

for I am God,

emancipator to mankind,

the scribe to the bible,

polestar of religion

in all its forms.

I have many names.

The universe is my creation,

reality my conception,

I am master over all things.

The storms cast my abhor,

sun and sky emote jocundity,

presence of cloud simply contentment,

Nature herself my confidant.