Earth.
Skies.
Natures.
Wonders.
All creation.
You’re above them all.
Beauties.
Bounties.
Treasures.
Wealth.
You’re above them all.
Times.
Everything made and not made.
Wisdom
and all the ways of the world.
You’re above them all.
Nations.
Kingdoms.
Kings.
Thrones.
Powers.
You’re above them all.
But you came — born in a manger
and died for me.
— A poem submitted by Miriam Wagoner
• The Capital City Weekly accepts submissions of poetry, fiction and nonfiction for Writers’ Weir. To submit a piece for consideration, email us at editor@capweek.com.
