Sifting...

Sifting through the sand of an hourglass,
searching the Time of my soul.
Am I breathing?

For what it's worth, I am Nothing.
I am undeserving, the epitome of Lowly.

Yet.
Yet Love is mine, beyond logic,
beyond logic.

For this is the great question:

Who am I?


I am the Faceless One.
I am he who knows the Sun and the Moon,
who dwells between the two.


Sifting.
Sifting through these ashes,
I am what I've become.

I am the Living One,
given life from He who lives...
Given breath from Life.