Power

To-day I am God's very name, I am:
Open to me the tombs of prophets dead;
Open the unbuilt tombs; apparent, red.
The blood of every lie. I probe each sham;
I search each adoration; as a lamb
Isaac is bound for slaughter, but, instead,
Abraham, his eyes in sacrifice, is led
Greatly rejoicing to the briar-caught ram.
His faith is with me, even to this hour
He lives, so simply he received my power:
But ye that question me, that say ye know
Your God, whence am I, ye shall taste of death.
I am the blowing wind — whence do I blow?
I am the blowing wind that shattereth.