Who Am I?

I am but a grain of sand in the ocean bed
No one has ever noticed that I existed;

I am a wee voice in the wilderness, unheard;
Drowned into oblivion by the cries of the world.

I am a distant dying star, silent and cold,
Nurturing so many sad old stories untold;

I am a poor lost hunter seeking for a home,
A benighted weary soul with nowhere to roam.

I am a lonely sailor longing for the shore,
After a long grapple with the rough seas that roar.

I am a lump of clay formed by the Almighty,
A nameless being He baptized as "me".





by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento