Stop
Listen
Silence
And then there’s the wind
Look up
Gaze into
The sky
And
You
Small
Unseen
An ant that scurries in circles
A grain of sand among infinity
And you think you matter
You think you’re going somewhere… where?
You expend yourself for what?
You’re just going to rot and turn back to dirt
Be forgotten
Be nothing.
Remembered for a few seconds in eternity by whom?
A few other walking corpses?
All your ambition
Everything you’ve been told you should accomplish
Fulfilling the expectations of dust
Be still
Look up
Find your insignificance
There in is reality.
You are a passing shadow
Dust in the wind
Mist in the air
You are nothing.
Yet even as nothing
You exist
Created
That in your helpless state
All the universe
Can see
Your
Sustainer
As stars like crystals suspended in space
We gaze upon their
Beauty
Just to
Wonder
Where
They
Were
Birthed
And
How they
Can
Remain
So remember
And reflect
Escape
The lie
That
You
Are for
Anything
But
To
Cause
The world
To wonder
Wonder
How
You
Were
Brought
To be.
You
Are
Because
Your
Creator
Is.
