Sunday, August 20, 2017

A bucket

After Isaiah 40:15-17

I picked up the bucket
and shook it, and all
that fell out was a drop,
a speck of dust
a speck of fine dust
too small to see and
even less to matter but
known as nations
and kings, a single
drop in the bucket

a drop in the bucket
a tiny mite of dust
   on the scales
the nations weight nothing
   not a thing
   not a thing

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

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