In the middle of life there’s a moment of still.

Reminiscing, regretting, “Is there point in it all?”

Looking out in both ways from the top of the hill

as I tumble and shrink to an infinite small.

 

For I know forever has no end of days,

it leaves me to contemplate just who I am?

And I know that size never ends in both ways,

when you sit in infinity, is there a plan

 

where we have significance? Any at all?

It seems we are not but a quark in the sea,

yet at the same time I can’t help but recall

a simple concept that was once taught to me –

 

that we are God’s children, of infinite worth.

The thought of such gives me that moment of still

where it becomes clear why I am here on the Earth.

In the middle of life... from the top of the hill.