Mustard Seed

I am but dust, placing my minuscule, mustard- seed grain trust into the hands of a God that cradles the stars in his hands. He would move Jupiter and Mars out of orbit just to have my heart, an incomprehensible grace that will never depart. So fragile, I am, like a butterfly with crumpled wings in his hand. He gently breathes on me, sending me back into flight - The Master and supreme author of the universe, I am his greatest delight.