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Elizabeth Browning



Thursday, February 20, 2014

Who Am I?

“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.”     ― Thomas Merton
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Who am I?
What defines me?
Who defines me?

Am I my job
my body
my title
my wealth (or lack thereof)
my successes
my failures?

Who am I?
am I what my education has made me
am I what my family has created?
am I what other people have decided I am
using whatever criteria they have chosen

Who am I?
why do I let that one person (or more)
who don’t like me
affect me so powerfully

or even that person who does like me
who says I am wonderful?

Who am I?
I am
I am a person in whom the sacred dwells
I am a child of God
I am free
I am bound

but ultimately
it is that sacred core
it is that part of me that connects with God
that part of me that participates is “something greater”
that part of me that is loved
and is love

that defines me

and defines the way I am
in this world

and sets me free
to be
me

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