Psalm for the Kid Who Feels Small
by Abraham Aondoana
God,
you made ants
and oceans
and stars that won’t fit
inside my questions.
You see me
even when I feel
like a pencil mark
lost in the margin.
If I am small,
then let me be useful —
a light in a hallway,
a hand that helps,
a voice that tells the truth
even when it shakes.
You call me by name.
That makes me
bigger than fear.
Amen.
About the Poet
Abraham Aondoana is a writer, poet and novelist. He is a recipient of Idembeka Creative Writing Workshop 2026. His works have been published in Kalahari Review, Prosetrics Magazine, Rough Diamond Poetry, The Cat Poetry Anthology, IHTOV, The Literary Nest, Ink Sweat and Tears (UK), Rogue Agent, Ink in Thirds Magazine, Interwoven Anthology (Renard Press), Writing on the Wall, Alien Buddha, Blasphemous Journal, Rust Belt Review, Speculative Insights and elsewhere.
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