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Poetry
Literary
But I am a worm, and no man
—Psalm 22:6
Countless and incredible the creatures alive
And garrisoned on this green Earth.
Through air, the winged ones soar,
And in the sea, slippery swimmers glide.
On creation’s crust, crawlers and walkers
Move about, not moping but gaily,
Busy with the burdens of breath and life,
Seeking sustenance and seizing the day.
Were I to brief you on the bounties of God,
My talk would take an eternity,
But I’ll make mention of an amazing worm
That affirms in form the function
Of Christ’s crucifixion on Calvary’s hill.
This worm is the well of a wondrous dye
Claimed from its corpse, and its color is scarlet.
The female lays her lumps of eggs
On a wooden fence or woodland tree.
The mother-worm, without worry for herself,
Clings tightly to her clustered life-orbs
To shelter and shield the shells.
Having enclosed her collected unborn,
She firmly affixes her frame to the wood
And at last leaves her life with a rush
Of crimson spilling from her split abdomen
That washes over wood and worm and eggs,
Coating the spawn and sealing them firm.
I praise this sacrificial worm.
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Copyright 2009, Wm Kamffer. All rights reserved. Wm Kamffer is a graduate student at California State University of Long Beach where he is studying medieval English literature. He was born in South Africa and immigrated to the USA in 1999. Wm received Christ as his saviour in May 1995. His poems celebrate the mercies and blessings of God to His children, and the mysteries of His love towards us.
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