Monday, September 3, 2012

A Psalm of Smallest Proportions


All at once I was a dust mote,
suspended
in the river of Your light streaming
through Time's window.
I was no longer the center,
just existing in a small way
to make You more visible;
drawn by Your brightness,
arrested by Your glory;
all at once I was a dust mote,
suspended.

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