Paternoster
There is a vastness,
beauty,
and logic
in the cosmos
that defies imagination.
I stand in awe
before it
and within it.
Something inside me
yearns
for the same greatness,
beauty,
and logic
to be made real
and observable
in my short life
on this tiny planet.
All I have,
and all I am,
is a product
of this vastness,
and beauty,
and logic.
It sustains me,
even when I forget
and take it for granted.
Perhaps then,
I can find the strength
to let go
of resentment
when others forget
and take me for granted
as well.
I remember this
in moments of peace,
that I might remember it
in days of stress,
and thus be freed
from anxiety:
This vastness,
beauty,
and logic
does not come from me,
did not begin with me,
and will not end with me.
It never has,
and never will.
This is so beautiful and such a good reminder. Thank you.
Fantastic poem. Loved it!