I Am... (Namaste, Number Two)

i picked up the broken pieces of glass when you threw her picture, and closed your eyes as you stared at the walls. i walked with you to the mailbox, day after day.... i am the letter your daughter never wrote. i helped you dig the hole to bury that old dog, and mouthed the words of the prayer that no one heard. i walked with you down the aisle, the best day of your life. i helped your shaking hands sprinkle dirt on the casket, forty years later. i felt your excitement, the first time you made love. almost drunk with the gentleness, and the closeness that takes. when you were old and alone, i picked up your Bible, and read to you, words you'd almost forgotten. i am the drunkard, the addict, and the whore. i am the preacher, the lawyer, and the businessman. i am the boy, the girl, the man and the woman. i am your religion, and something deeper and stronger. i am the image you dreamed of yourself. i am the body you walked in.. the hands you touched with! i am you, and need be nothing more, and most of all... nothing less! namaste!