"burning bush"
journal collage
paper
gregory a. milinovich
just a note about this piece: from time to time i will make impromptu collages in my journal with whatever materials i have on hand (i usually have a bunch of stuff nearby) that reflect what i am thinking about/struggling with better than words can for me at that particular moment. this is just one such collage. usually they are pretty simple, less precise and left unseen. but i thought i would share this one with you, based on yesterday's reflections on the burning bush.
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I was born a child of grace
Nothing else about the place
Everything was ugly but your beautiful face
And it left me no illusion
I saw you in the curve of the moon
In the shadow cast across my room
You heard me in my tune
When I just heard confusion
All because of you
All because of you
All because of you
I am… I am
I like the sound of my own voice
I didn’t give anyone else a choice
An intellectual tortoise
Racing with your bullet train
Some people get squashed crossing the tracks
Some people got high rises on their backs
I’m not broke but you can see the cracks
You can make me perfect again
All because of you
All because of you
All because of you
I am… I am
I’m alive
I’m being born
I just arrived, I’m at the door
Of the place I started out from
And I want back inside
All because of you
All because of you
All because of you
I am
I've always understood/heard the "I am" not as a verb but as a noun: I am = You.
as far as the verb/noun aspect of YHWH (I am), tell me more about your "i am = you" thing. who is the "you" in that equation? each one of us? all of us? in my sermon on sunday i want to talk a little bit about the verb-ness of the word, but i'm interested in what you are saying, too. tell me more...
thanks again for your thoughtful dialogue. i enjoy it very much.