Day 8: Morning

1 Corinthians 1

"Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are..."

i have no fears.
My steps shake up the staircase
with complete certainty on knees
weak with exhausting hours.

But i do not doubt
the powers of reason and order.
For the record, the arduous duties
of early mornings and unattended evenings

do not register a ripple
in the cauldron where my emotion
tends to grow thick and black,
dark from the corner that it sits in.

In its uselessness, it is
unrecognized as the only useful part of me
left. Unadmitted, but without weakness
i am worthless.

But i will bottle the shame,
deep and outwardly forgotten,
so i cannot be shamed, i cannot be wrong,
i may never join in God's foolish song.