"who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of man"
-Philippians 2:6-7 ESV
Not near the clear waters,
Its surface smooth as glass,
Is your dwelling place
But a dirty mirror where
you appear covered in mud.
It is water that has been
Mistreated
Whistling farmers dump
Their animal's muck
Into the scenic beauty.
One day, the sky grumbled
And you sprinted to avoid the rain.
Not light drops
against your skin,
but dirty bath water
moulded to your hand.
That day, you saw it
(too precious to belong)
A circle diamond fitted
Into the gloomy seashore.
You should have
Scooped it up into your palm
And taken it home
To polish it as if
It belonged in a Queen's crown.
But instead, instead
You laid your hand in and
Stroked the corner of
the expensive jewel but
You left your bones in to rot.
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Strength
PoesíaStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
