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You Are, I Am.
by Melissa ArelThat Your eyes would turn upon me; this insignificant soul among millions
This breakable heart – frail and lowly.
What a humbling feeling to know that I matter to a Master, a Creator.
Nothing escapes Your attention –
The flutter of a hummingbirds wings.. a leaf falling from a tree,
A breeze blowing in the field.
How marvelous You are. How small I am.
But You still call me Your own.
Even when I am lost among the crowds of people – You are beside me.
Even when I neglect to pray, You hear my aching cries. My innermost longings.
I am but a speck on this earth; a particle of dust
But You know my name and You wait for me.
My spirit is a fragrance to Your senses.
My heart is a delicate flower in Your hand.
You smile at the very mention of my name.
And yet I falter.
This flesh and bone are unworthy, for my life is but a breath.
Oh that you would breathe me in deeply...
07/02/2009 Author's Note: I guess this is more of a prayer than a poem. Either way, its my first posting in a very VERY long time. This is just where I am at this moment in my life. I've never been one to hide my thoughts or my frailties, so here I am exposed. Open and weak.
Posted on 07/02/2009
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/03/09 at 02:25 AM It is far from weakness to understand ones frailities so well, Mel. A prayer or a poem, or both, this is sublime. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 07/04/09 at 02:14 AM oh, i needed to read this tonight.. you have expressed my very inmost thoughts... thank you for writing this.. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/29/11 at 06:43 PM "Fraility thy name is human" to paraphrase Shakespeare. Making oneself vulnerable before God is a great step forward. Our strength is in Him not of ourselves! Great poem. |
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