Photo by Joshua Chung
“but [He] emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.” Philippians 2:7 ESV
I am nothing—
A cipher, a worm.
A speck of dust.
A droplet plunged
Midst torrent thrust
From steel-cold sky
Down concrete gulf
Through hairline faults
Lost to hush and rust.
Wet eyelids flutter—
Dawn's light slips the shutters,
A sun-tipped glimmer hovers.
Shadows sway like cradled lovers.
Spills color across the ceiling—
Like broken bread revealing
Heavens tilts, Earth shifts,
Rising in the light
I clasp my hands and recite
I am not alone;
For You are with me.
