The Small Things and God

doodle, ink, Meredith's poetry, sketch book

It’s the Small Things That Matter

In the end, it’s the small things that matter

They accumulate like sand on a big beach

Each grain, seemingly inconsequential on its own

but so important for the shape of the full form

You could make a ripple in the ocean with a grain of sand

It’s just like you could change the course of your life with a thought

They both are unseen with the naked eye

But if trained, you can see how one small change can lead in a whole new direction

It’s the small things that matter

Because in the end without the small things there is nothing big to look forward to

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God

God is a foreign concept to me

Yet so close

I pray and I thank the concept

What is the concept?

What is God?

A man?  A benevolent force? A creature from the New Testament if you’re christian

Someone or something responsible for everything

So not truly benevolent unless you believe that everything bad is a force called Satan

I don’t know

God is a foreign concept to me

I have not seen or touched it

I have not heard or tasted it

All I have felt is hope in my heart and bones

So I pray

I pray to stoke the fires of my joy, my like force, my optimism

I pray to something I don’t understand

And I wonder if I need to

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