And Can One World?
And can one world, a tiny blue planet,
be seen and noticed, in a sea of churning
endless stars, by eyes so great and holy
that a priest would be ashamed to meet their gaze?
In the vastness of things, one spinning rock,
inhabited by characters of utmost pain and greed;
a tiny place engulfed in enormous abomination,
little beings stripping each other of the little dignity they had.
And yet, can one being, on a tiny blue planet,
hold half a mirror up to the galaxy? Half a
piece, of the image of God, one side of
beauty, disfigured though it may be.
The One who made tiny blue planets
and tiny little people – He is watching.
He sees the wreck they make of each other.
Yet He sees the cracked mirrors and remembers –
He fashioned them after Himself.
And can one world, no matter how lovely,
compel a person to allow nails to pierce
the skin and bone of his hands and feet,
and bleed and choke to death for it?
Tiny blue planet, you have been loved
at a high, high cost. Tiny human beings
who live upon you, are bought by priceless blood
for the sake of love, and yet they don’t even know…
that there exists more love for a single human being
than the world could ever hold.