sitting on the shore –
watching reflections on the water;
yellow sun,
blue sky –
solitary bird flying into the horizon…
how small – am i –
in a world so big,
how insignificant…
why do i wake?
routinely do the things i do?
for what purpose?
i throw a stone into the water –
causing ripples –
disturbing the placid serenity –
and for a moment – i am known!
but the water is deep,
my pebble – oh so small –
and once again – the surface still…
i cannot believe that there is no tomorrow –
no sunrise chasing night – no need to – believe…
for surely – God – in all his greatness –
created more than this small holder of dreams –
and even when i cease to be –
in this place –
i will most surely –
rise again!
great is my faith –
oh so strong my belief!
standing too close to the edge 