“I am worthless,” my friend sighed to me. “Oh, no,” I urged, “you are so worthy, so deserving.” My friend wanted to believe, but could not. “You are worthy,” I insisted again. This poem declares your worthiness:
WORTHY
I AM:
rocks and ice in frozen space:
I AM:
dazzling beacons of pulsing proton beams:
I AM:
rainbow clouds, glowing, brilliant, birthing billions of bright suns:
I AM:
gold dust, iron dust, plutonium dust, the stuff of supernova stars:
I AM:
volcanoes bursting liquid stone to the skies, hot and hissing:
I AM:
waters of life, boiling and crystalline, flowing, flowing:
I AM:
the breath of God:
I AM.