Scurrying about the ants below
in quick succession lie.
While high above their little world
within this plane I fly.
The view I see is quite a sight
with paths cut in the land.
From here it seems that I could hold
a thousand in each hand.
The beauty there is underscored
by all the little lives.
each one having purpose,
not seen here from the skies.
In harmony I see them move
as they dance about below.
Where countless lights of red and gold
create a lovely glow.
It’s peaceful here above it all
with things becoming clear.
Cars now look like Matchbox toys.
The ground is drawing near.
At last we land among them all.
Now I’m the tiny one,
fretting about my busy life.
Watch me as I run.
Is there nothing I have learned,
no perspective gained?
Will I simply take my place,
my stature having waned?
I look and see, from where I stand,
I’m part of a greater dance.
It’s obvious the beauty there
has happened not by chance.
It leaves me now with comfort found
in knowing I’m a part,
of a greater purpose seen
in God’s fine work of art.
~ elr
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