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Poetry: ‘God’s Water Droplet’

Graphic Joey Bruce

    I’m just one water droplet among many in a waterfall

    I’m indistinguishable if you were to quickly glance at me

    All you see is a mass of water flowing down a cliff

    You don’t notice me so much as you notice the waterfall as a whole

    Yet I’m part of why the waterfall exists in the first place

    The course of the river adapts to the break in elevation

    And suddenly it’s like I don’t exist

    I fall and I fall at a high speed

    The peak of my existence 

    Yet no one notices me

    No I’m irrelevant compared to the bigger picture

    But the bigger picture wouldn’t exist without me

    As I’m plunging towards the river below

    I reflect upon my significance in this world

    What is my value compared to all the noticeable elements

    Compared to the elements that are appreciated?

    No one I’ve ever encountered has given credit 

    To all that a miniscule water droplet like me can do

    I have a cycle and you’ve probably seen me and weren’t aware

    I was once in the kitten shaped cloud you saw in the orange sky

    I was once in the snowflake you saw passing by on a winter’s morn

    I melted and turned up in this here river

    I’m currently in the waterfall now

    And have yet to discover more stages in the future

     I’ve been around

    I’ve served many purposes 

    So how come it’s as if I don’t exist?

    Only the picture that I help create exists

    I’ve come to learn that

    It’s only when I start seeing myself the way my Creator sees me

    That I can have confidence that my worth

    Is not defined by those around me

    I’m worthy merely because I’m my Creator’s creation

    This Creator I speak of

    Who are they?

    Well, my Creator is the great I Am

    The King of kings

    Immanuel

    He is with me wherever I go

    I shall fret not about how others perceive me

    For my Creator makes my worth invaluable

    Only His view of me matters

    So as I become once again a part of a mass of water in the river below

    I close my eyes knowing that I’m known

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