The Voice

I keep hearing

the voice

I keep hearing

the call

to be someone

but every time I look around

at the greatness in others

I am told

not to aspire to their greatness

but to find my own

and to remember

that my gift

and my glory

is to be myself

and to better myself

in the reflection

of his glory.

1 comment:

Josiah said...

Yet another poem of yours that I connect deeply with. Thanks, Uncle Mark.