Tuesday, October 28, 2014

SMALL

         A million drops of rain fall from the sky onto my face as I look up searching for blue amidst the storm. The road I walk has been arduously long; longer still than I ever imagined. Just when I thought I had come to the end, the end becomes a bend that leads to another stretch that seems to have no end. Trees watch over me as I pass by, they have gazed upon the myriads who have tread this path before me, and will spread their arms to greet all those who will march by long after I disappear. I am small.
         My aching feet absorb the earth beneath me as I strive to reach walks end. They remind me of each shift and stone, all those things I never see. They speak to me as they flatten out from all the years that have come and gone, of all the things I have forgotten, things I’ve missed and never known. To often they said go right when I turned left down paths to nowhere, and they carried me back all those times that took so very long. I am small.
         My eyes have watched my choices made; all the right, and ones that went so wrong. They have seen the eagle soar above looking down from peaks so high, and they watched each baby born to me as wonder filled my mind. And they weep for the child who is no longer here after cruel years of despair. They have seen those dreams and visions that filled my restless mind, and pondered how one so brilliant could be deaf and dumb and blind. I am small.
         The sun, the moon and stars, and the earth that seems so large remind I am dust, a tiny speck minute in size. Oh the grandeur and the magnitude of God’s expansive mind, creativity unending who masters space and time. And to think that God who breathed it can hold it in His palm is beyond the scope of reason and baffles my tiny mind. I am small.
As I walk this road so quiet, so peaceful and serene, I listen for His voice to speak and call me my name. He knows my name, it's true, how can it be? How can He know me or even care? I dare to reach for higher, things to marvelous to know. If I could leave here for a moment and bow before His throne, close enough to hear Him remind me that though I may be small, to Him who loves me deeply, My Creator, I am tall!



© 2014 Steven Bliss
* A special thanks to Elena Shumilova for her brilliant photograph that brings these words to life! 

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