Small

I love being small
tucked into your vastness,
a speck on a larger spinning speck,
one of billions upon billions
of your dancing diamonds,
all held in the largeness
of your heart.

I love being hidden, safe,
under the wing of your
great love
aware how infinitesimal
is my knowing,
resting in the thought that you,
the One who knows all,
knows me.

I love being creature
of your making,
Creator of all,
carrying a glint
of your glory,
woven wondrously
with earth’s dust,
finite, dependent,
designed to walk
joyfully, humbly
with you.

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Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise;
his greatness no one can fathom.
Psalm 145:3

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan