The Creator worked diligently with His hands, His eyes in every place
By Wisdom he formed you, day and night He did not sleep
Light was there at the beginning, the spark of your conception, already known by Him since the beginning of time
Known by Him
Formed by Him
Held by Him
Secured by Him
All of your members intentionally crafted, your formless body is no mystery to Him
The Breather of Stars
Breathes Who You Are
He has appointed
He has declared
He has established your steps
Your heart beats for the first time
It will not stop until the end
You grow
He smiles
Bones, organs, mind
He knits you together
Fashions you carefully
Night and Day
He doesn't slumber
It was love that conceived you
You were gift, you were grace
You are...
Moving, arms, legs
Yawning, seeing, hearing, feeling
Miracle.
Chosen and accepted.
Your days are written in His book.
Innocent, precious, perfect...
Wanted by God
On your way to us.
You are the embodiment of the Creator's Wisdom
Before your first cry, you are a testament to His Victory.
About the Creator
Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.
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Spectacular poem revealing God's mighty and power