In Which a Tiny Speck in the Universe Contemplates It's Value
Anna Diener
loving to hate myself, so loud
that i can barely hear the love of God
that breathes in every living, growing thing
fulfilling the measure of its creation: loving me.
that i can barely hear the love of God...
...no surprise—i am just a small speck in a vast universe
fulfilling the measure of its creation. loving me?
impossible.
no. surprise! i am just a small speck in a vast universe,
yet the tallest trees grow from the smallest seeds.
impossible
as it seems, this vast universe? God made for me.
yet, the tallest trees grow. from the smallest seeds
will i someday burst and finally see my life as it is, not
as it seems? this vast universe God made for Me,
How can I not see? Me, question His
Will? I, someday, burst and finally see My life! As it is not
A self-aware loudmouth pounding herself into the dust, choosing to. (Wishing to...stop)
How Can I Not? See Me question! His
Grace is stronger, there, I hear the love. for Me?
A self-aware loudmouth pounding herself into the dust. Choosing to, wishing to stop
loving to hate myself so loud.
Grace is Stronger! There! I hear the love for Me
that breathes in every living, growing thing.