I contemplate what it is to exist —

to be a created being, spinning

on a created world, attended 

by a creative God.  I stand before

green grasslands, vast cerulean

oceans, massive mountain ranges

that reach to the sky; I stand beneath

an expanse of blue that falls

to endless black and I am aware

of how small I am — one frame,

seemingly insignificant; one voice,

only part of a chorus echoing

a refrain that came long before

I was born and will continue to infinity.

I marvel that the God of all things

makes time for me, calls me,

calms me, soothes all my heartache,

and restores my brokenness;

one lonely human life amid the wholeness

of space upon space, and He

harkens, holds, and consoles me,

one soul, a lost lamb, a treasure 

immeasurably loved by a God

of perfect grace.

—C.L. Fisher, July 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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