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