After Isaiah 42:1-13
A wick burning
faintly, a reed
bruised, an aim
unwavering, a courage
undaunted, a servant
delighting the soul
of his master, a servant
infused with the master’s
spirit. And so behold:
the servant comes,
singing.
Photograph by Alex Holyoake via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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