The Most
by Mariana Mosli
THE MOST
Some sinners make much of God.
Some sinners make much of man.
Somewhere down the road, we find, in spite of what we make much of,
We are the same.
In need of something much.
No end in sight, we hold our suffering in our hands.
The Holy comes near with holes in His.
In cruciform, the suffering King wipes our tears.
In response, we commit our much to the one who gives the most.