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

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