Looking around
I see a world
of many, many things
Stones and cans and walls and junk
Trees and plants and flowers
Birds that fly
And fish that swim
And things that walk the earth
Then I think
But what am I?
This thing we call
A human?
Lord, I’m made of the same stuff as all these things
Yet fashioned in your image.
A juxtapostion too hard to comprehend.
Help me to live worthily
Of all I’m called
To be.
Things
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