God’s Mosquito

To my readers: Here’s a mid-week bonus between our usual essays. If you’d like to hear the back-story for this poem, or share your own experience pertaining to its content, leave a comment. Enjoy!

I am God’s mosquito;
I have nothing to fear.
I may be small in my eyes but
I’m buzzing in His ear.

Before the Throne of Heaven
I may be but a pest,
But day and night I’m praying
I’m giving Him no rest.

In darkness drawn to Divine warmth
And also Divine breath
Am I, and I unyielding shall
Escape the cords of death.

The acts of God past present still
To come are without number
And I shall now — say what you will —
Awake him from His slumber.

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