As I stood in a crowd,
Of a mix of people quiet and loud
A quiver of gloom pierced my soul
With the thought that I stand singularly alone.
Do I matter at all? I questioned.
What need for me to excel?
When I cannot be seen at all?
Ruminating thus, I raised my eyes.
In turn, the Lord in His typical style
Showed me the light through a chandelier in sight.
Distracted...perhaps even mesmerized a bit,
I endeavoured to count the number of bulbs
That made this chandelier such a sparkling delight.
But strove as I did, I could not separate
A single bulb from the luminous whole;
Until, in reward for my stubborn tenacity
A single bulb, all of a sudden
Flickered with reduced electricity
And shattered the spell of united luminosity.
It was then, like a bolt of lightning bright,
That I realized my magnificent power to ignite,
To make or to break the glow of the whole
From the minuscule space of MY singular role.
I praised the Lord and made my choice;
To MAKE his unique creation shine, rather than BREAK His splendid design.