NOTHING
 
I want to be nothing. 
 
               My conclusion of life on the planet.
 
Nothing
 
          I no longer want to know who I am.
 
                                                  What I did know I really didn’t like.
 
                      No self reflection
                      No self deduction
                      No lasting conclusions
 
After all is said and done
                           To be a nobody
                            I have succeeded 
 
                                                        Do the birds know they are birds?
                              
                      After they hatch and the sun opens their eyes do, they know what a bird is.
 
        Yet they know what to eat and where it is.           Who told them?
 
 
Umm, there is something here.          Taken care of from above.
 
                                                              Yes, I want a bird brain.
How about a cow.
                              Do they know they are a cow? 
                                          NOOO
                                       They just are
 
            A BABY!
 
                            Do they know they are not a cow or a bird?
 
A baby is nothing.
 
                             We make them something but to themselves they are nothing.
 
            A flower.       No struggle to be pretty.     Does not show off.       Just is.    A nobody.    
 
                                          You see God loves nobodies.
 
                            He chats with the nothings.
 
                                                      The somebodies can’t hear them.
 
They are Lost in self. 
          Polishing identities.
                                  Too much noise in the brain.
 
                                Life's stage demands self identity.
                                            IMAGE 
 
I don’t want image.                                     I don’t want a stage.
                     It gets me in trouble.
                                              Then I fail.
 
                                       Being nothing is safe.
 
I don’t have to prove my self worth to anyone.
 
                                              I hope I have none.
 
God reveals Himself to nothings.
  
                                           The old self couldn’t cut it.
                      He had to go.
 
                                    Could not find the love he needed
 
Hey, what is this.
                   Like water poured in a cup.
 
                                     He began to fill my nothingness.
It’s way better than me.
 
Hey, you're kidding. 
                               He calls me his Son.
 
I am glad I wanted to be nothing.
 
                        NOW I AM EVERYTHING!
 
                                                                               SON…DANNY BOY…. God’s Precious Something.
 
Matthew 6:25-34
               Matthew 18:4