One

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

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