Below the Throne

I thought I could be the one

And knowing me would be . . . a thrill

But I see I’m quite the nowhere man

Another fool on the hill

I used to be convinced I had so much I had to say

Now I mostly sit and listen . . . at least on my best days

Not just sitting, not just listening, not completely disengaged

No self-pity, no disgrace but a gentle, quiet certainty that I’m in my place

Not that much smarter than I was before

But what I know now I know for sure

“Whys” and “why nots” don’t trouble me, though they still remain

I have no obligation or desire to explain

Admitting there are things that remain to me unknown

Is simply breathing in the atmosphere

Down here

Below the throne

“ . . . the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground

and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living

being." (Genesis 2:7)