The ‘I am’ affirmations
roll splendidly from the tongue of John’s Christ
as beautiful poems speaking faith’s truth
more profound than history.
Mark and his synoptic mates
depict a more modest earthly Jesus
backing away from over-reaching claims.
But we exult in them,
eating at our risen Lord’s table,
dining on his life.
He is our true vine;
his sap our vitality,
trunk to our branches.
He is our good shepherd;
gathering his startled flock
with his word of generous love.
He is our way of truth and life;
the one in whom we find reality
just when we had thought that all was false .
He is our light;
a flame flickering defiantly in darkness
to become hope for us sinners
and all who are also lost.
He is our gate,
the one through whom we enter
an unexpected world of grace
He is our resurrection,
the risen bread
through whom we also live.