Unbridled capability in a minuscule capacity…
The epitome of its entirety, defines me.
See, from the outside, I appear to be
Nothing but thrift store packaging;
Devoid of notation, or any indication
Of what is contained in my inner location
Except the unexpected instruction
Stamped in blood red crucifixion
Handle with… Christ.
I am dynamite,
Cos of His “dyin (so I) mite”, have life.
Watch me explode in unthinkable creativity,
See me move in unlimited velocity ,
Feel my burning,raging intensity,
Yes I said it, you can’t stop me!
But no wait, I’m not boasting in my own ability,
I mean really, how could little me have such extremities?
My Creator filled me with His own, unmasked Divinity!
Don’t get it? John three sixteen.
Stop, rewind, repeat.
I am fireworks.
Behold the works of the Fire in me.
Come now world and see,
The vast array of colour displayed in a dark and dying scene
A beautiful picture of life in its complexity
Experienced only by the being that accepts to be
Set apart for the Master’s directory
It’s not about what the naked eye perceives,
Look past my petite earthen frame and see
The sacred treasure therein that is
Birthing now, my destiny.