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!
