SPECKS

In the dark of night
When one sometimes awakens
Deep thinking or meditation takes place

I find myself in awe thinking
We exist for just a speck of time

In the parameters of eternity
It is difficult to contemplate
When sometimes a day
Seems like forever

We are born
We die
The world keeps turning

Our God knows us
He, too, is beyond comprehension
Faith alone keeps us grounded

How do we live our lives?
What is important and
What is irrelevant?

From this to that we scurry
Always it seems in a hurry
Must make something happen
As though indispensable

We influence others
Bear grudges and get angry
Happiness and joy occur
We feel necessary, but
In reality we are nothing

I think of aborted life
Death on the battle fields
Millions of specks
Here or almost here
And then gone

Cemeteries filled with bodies of
People we never knew and
Oh, we are so necessary
Too bad for them, that they
Never had the chance to know us

We will be gone soon enough
Another speck missed by maybe a few

Live each day
Be spectacular
Love others
 
Stanski
February 3, 2020 ^