What Is Man? Poem by Simon Miller

What is man, that thou art mindful of him?
and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels,
and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
Psalms 8: 4-5


A twisted, evil being
Fallen so far
Fallen so hard
Cursing the day,
Welcoming the night
Caring not that this
Power, which he holds
Draws him deeper, deeper,
Into Sheol’s depths.

A solid rock rejected
Salvation left
Behind him, Hope
Sliding sadly
Through his wretched hands,
Wondering if he’ll
Ever realise
What he lets just slip by
Is his only escape

So, what, then, is mankind?
A creature held
A little less
Than the angels.
Why do you hold him
In such high esteem?
A twisted, evil creature
Fallen into the depths
And pulled back to the light