Royston Allen

Precious Microbe - Poem by Royston Allen

Living on a piece of dust in the cosmic sky
this insignificant microbe gave out a cry.
“Who am I in this immense universe? “ He sighed,
feeling lost in the great multitude as he cried.

“You are so precious to me, ” came God's reply
“I loved you so much that I was willing to die.”
“So I came and stretched out my arms upon the cross
to redeem that poor microbe who was feeling so lost.”

Topic(s) of this poem: identity, lost

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015

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