//God has not forgotten me blistered in the sky
left to soar the world alone, grazing across tree tops
Neither has he forgotten the five sparrows
sold for two pennies the color of their wings
Even after my hair fell out from the stress
He replaced them, each one – now a black fuzz patch
He knit me together in my mother’s womb
and again when I suffered from the worldly wounds
My frame was not hidden in the depths of the earth
but built sturdy for each lament to pass through
Let me be as the poor woman, upright with integrity
than the rich woman paving her path with green paper
God has not forgotten me, the lone sparrow
who has not fallen to the ground apart from the father
I am free as I was made to be, lifting my worship
up over my head and from beneath a steady gaze
For year I tied my worth with a string
wrapped it tightly and chucked it across the lake
Skip, skip, skip, sink
When it wouldn’t float up, I dived in
to retrieve a new song – a new name, a new rhyme//
I used to tie my worth to things I did or didn’t do without knowing that my worth is free and held by my Maker. If you’re feeling unworthy, I urge you to write out your feelings.
Remember our worth is not found in the world but meticulously placed and held by God.
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday. The word prompt is WORTH. Above is five minutes of free flow writing. I usually wake up at 4:00 a.m. to write and a poem is born. I welcome your comments and thoughts.
The forward slashes (//) indicate where the timer started and ended. Your turn!
Cover photo credit:Alain Pham