ARE YOU WHO THEY SAY YOU ARE ? MARK ALLAN GILLEM • SHARE YOUR COURAGE

"Always a mask

Held in the slim hand whitely,

Always she had a mask before her face...

And then -I blundered, [and I]

looked behind the mask....

She had become

Merely a hand

Holding a mask

With grace."

Excerpt from "The Mask"

-Author unknown

IF I CAN LOWER MY MASK...

My Dear Friend,

Would you with goodwill of heart consider?....

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ONLY NO ONE

If I can summon the bravery

To lower my self-made mask;

If I can steady my gaze upon the glass

Peering deeply into my own eyes only...

Dare I ask, dare I consider...

Who am I ?

NEVER BEEN ANYBODY...

They say I have never been anybody,

I will never be anybody.

Who am I, really?

I am no one.

0NLY ONE OF THE HORDE...

Who am I ?

They say I am only one of the horde

Bound hoof and neck to a lock-step,

Security seeking status quo

-a commoner of 740 ten thousand thousands.

I am invisible, unimportant.

I AM INDISTINCT...

Who am I ?

They say I am only a random mutation of a billion

Billion years of inert gaseous dust,

And breezy chaos.

I am indistinct.

I AM INSIGNIFICANT...

They say I am the statistical improbability of a disjunct and instinctual impulse

-an amphibious leap from out the murky,

Aqua-saline depths onto a mass of parched earth.

I am insignificant.

I AM IGNOBLE

Who am I ?

They say I am a paraplegic pile of anaerobic slime

And primitive ganglia unconsciously evolving for eons,

Awaiting legs and feet

And perchance an eye to un-spontaneously sprout.

I am inglorious.

I AM IGNOBLE...

Who am I ?

They say I am the castoff cosmic refuse of a far away

And ancient cataclysmic anomaly.

I am ignoble.

DUST AND VAPOR...

Dust and vapor, unmethodically assembled,

Purposeless.

If true,

Then who am I ?

I am no one....

...and yet, no, I hesitate...

Oh, but wait!

DO THEY BELIEVE THEIR OWN WORDS ?

Possibly they have misconceived.

Could it be their cognitive biases are no less deluding than mine?

If they really believe their own words

Then why even bother?

Why would they broadcast as fact the meaningless conclusions

Of their own hypothetical and dismal religious assumptions?

Perhaps I have been misled by

The blind guessing of anemic theorists,

And thus I have followed headlong

For so long into misjudgment.

I choose to reject this -their- notion.

I am under estimated.

A LIVING BEING -HUMAN...

Who am I ?

I am a living being -human.

Born a son;

I was a grandson.

I was a great grandson.

I am nephew;

A cousin,

A brother.

I was a stepson;

A neighbor,

A friend.

I am a husband.

I am a father.

I am an uncle.

I am in relationship with other beings

-human.

A DREAMER OF DREAMS...

Who am I ?

I am a resonating, vibrating,

Oscillating living force intending for good.

I have the capacity to dream.

In only an instant, I am able to imagine my way free of perhaps every short fall.

Tell me, you who are called

The intellectual and tenured masters of this earth,

Why in my insignificance do I see more?

Why if I were caged in bars

Could I close my eyes

And choose to yet see stars?

I am a dreamer of dreams for a better day.

DISTINCTLY ONE...

Who am I ?

Yes, I am just one of billions before me,

Billions around me,

And perhaps billions yet to come.

I am only one.

But still, I am distinctly one.

UNIQUE...

Who am I ?

I am one of the lost now rescued;

One who was cast off, abandoned as worthless.

Yet, through unbounded favor,

I was sought out,

And at great cost reclaimed, restored, redeemed.

I am precious cargo.

Priceless.

Rare and treasured.

I am unique, one of a kind.

ROYALTY...

Who am I ?

I am the Great Prince's brother,

Fellow heir to the Imperial splendor of

The Ancient of Days.

I am a son of the Father,

And as such am fully entitled to all rights and privileges bestowed.

Noble in my ascent,

I am royalty.

SPONTANEOUSLY MORE...

Who am I?

I am a new creation

-genetically reinvigorated and made alive, made complete and whole-

Creative in my abilities,

Capable of knowing more,

Seeing more,

Hearing more, doing more.

I am spontaneously, creatively more.

CALLED OUT...

Who am I?

I am a shining city on a hill.

I am one called out from darkness to enter into

And walk in scintillating light.

An ambassador occupying residence in the embassy,

I dwell as it were in a foreign land -hopeful-

Performing my service,

Yet longing with all my being

To be recalled to the heart of my homeland.

A GLEAMING GEM...

Who am I?

I am an adventurer,

Hand selected from before time was;

A precious gleaming gem,

A fellow priest among elegant sisters and proud brothers.

I am a weary, but patient traveler

Always scanning the distant horizon

For that ever shinnng City

Whose maker and builder is God.

HEART-LED...

Who am I?

I am a fearsome heart-led warrior,

Fierce in my convictions -a new iconoclast-

Yet eager to know more,

Be shown more,

Understand more.

I am humble in self-importance,

Lavish in the praise of others,

An encourager to that soul caught in the tempest.

FLEET IN SPIRIT...

Who am I ?

I am dangerously threatening to what would parasitically enslave another.

Young at heart, fleet in spirit,

I am -though inadequate in my mortal attempt-

A defender of the timid yet kindhearted and gentle soul.

A WATCHMAN ON THE WALL...

Who am I?

I am all these things,

Though I deserve to be none

Were it not for the grace of all ages.

And yet, here I stand

Equipped and alert a watchman on the wall -no more important

Or significant than any other-

And yet no less.

I AM ONE RISING...

Who am I?

I am one discontent to not grow,

To not learn anew.

I am one emerging from the engulfing shadows.

Once torched to ground,

I am one rising

-arising in flight from the ashes....

ONE STILL ALIVE...

Who am I?

I am one distinct.

I am one noble.

I am one beloved.

I am one significant.

And by the one Great God of the Heavens...

I am one revived.

And with ample breath yet to breathe,

By the sweetest grace

I • am • one • still • alive.

IN THE QUIET...

Now.

In the quiet of this moment,

IN THE SACRED PLACES...

In the private and sacred places of your heart...

May I ask you, dearest friend,

As I catch your eyes,

As you see into mine...

TELL ME...

Tell me

WHO

ARE

YOU

?

WHO ARE YOU...?

Mark Allan Gillem

Olympic To The Sea

Copyright ©

2 July 2016

All Rights Reserved

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CRY OUT...

Cry out for wisdom, yearn for understanding,

and reclaim your courage,

Mark

BEHOLD...

PS 1:

"Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God...

"Beloved, now [!] are we the sons of God...

-The First Letter of John,

Chapter 3, Verses 1a, 2a

KJV

YOUR LIFE...

PS 2:

If one was to REALLY believe

-say, the hypothetical guess-

that his or her life was genetically derived by the mere chance

and random mutation

of some dilapidated yeast

in a cosmic can

of chicken and noodle soup,

where would you decide to vacation this summer?

Or would you bother deciding at all?

RECLAIM, AND SHARE YOUR COURAGE...
Created By
MARK ALLAN GILLEM magillem@icloud.com
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WRITTEN, PHOTOGRAPHED, AND CREATED BY MARK ALLAN GILLEM

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