I am the image of God
I am not an object
I am human
I am not my body parts
I am a person with a name
I am not something that can be rated
I am someone made for relationship
I am made for more than myself
I am made to love and be loved
I am heaven when I am human
I am hell when I am dehumanised
I am authority; I get to choose
I am free will; heaven or hell?
I am how I see you
I am how I treat you
I am choosing to see the image of God
I am choosing not to use you
I am choosing to love you
I am choosing to be human with you
I am choosing heaven: the beautiful will of God
One of the things I struggle with is cruelty and injustice. I like to be able to understand all things: people, perspectives, concepts, behaviour. But I just don’t understand how people can torture people. Or hurt animals. Or make someone feel bad.
I wonder how on earth can people do that. It scares me because it seems so unhuman. It makes me ask: Who are you? Because I have no idea if that’s what you choose to do. It makes me think you’ve lost something, and that makes me sad.
I struggle, I lack understanding, and I’m desperate for people to get their humanness back. I want to say: you are worth so much more than how you treat people and animals.
But I must confess, to a certain extent I understand. There have been times I have been cruel and unjust. But not one part of me likes this about me. Not one part of me wants cruelty and injustice to be part of who I am. When I do those things, I turn into something I don’t want to be.
So this poem is about seeing the worth of myself and others. They are completely linked.