How unique it is
to look out upon
this pregnant emptiness
To hold out hands
cupped to receive
yet
heavy
with that which is
unnamed
To be gifted
with such a charge,
this scripting of a life?
It is
this scripting of a life?
It is
humbling
and
heroic
and
glorious
and
gargantuan
and
Who
am
I
that
He
is
mindful?
Gingerly
I step out
arms raised
trembling
And from fingers
gilded with sunlight
hope
springs
like
doves
and
heroic
and
glorious
and
gargantuan
and
Who
am
I
that
He
is
mindful?
Gingerly
I step out
arms raised
trembling
And from fingers
gilded with sunlight
hope
springs
like
doves
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