Poetry Contest, Mindful of Man

"I am that I am."
Mystical, perhaps.
Grace and mercy I offer.
Patient with the proud and strong;
Gentle to the weak.

I see glowing cities
Made by hands with pride,
Not from distant heavens high,
But from the hearts where I reside,
Forgiven and meek.

Self does Man cherish,
Pride, his deep tap root.
His adventure, vanity.
Romance is but a moment.
His outcome seems bleak.

Upon velvet pew
You ask, “What is man,
That thou art mindful of him?”
My creation! Reconcile,
Rose of Sharon seek.



Ref: Exodus 3:14; Psalm 8:4; Song of Solomon 2:1