Behold my servant whom I behold.
My chosen in whom my soul delights.
A bruised reed he will gently hold.
A faintly burning wick will give new lights.

Dreaming I realised we too are a trinity.
Three persons in one.
Our individual self , our common humanity.
And our soul searching for the one.

We are not just a drop in a river.
In an instant dissolving.
We are an eternal individual, yet humanity’s sliver.
Changing , growing and ultimately surviving.

We are not, in this life, whole.
Unless united with our soul.

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Who are we we ask
We are more than our own self
We’re humanity

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See Isaiah 42: 1-4, 6-7