I paddle...gazing at the stars
through the atmosphere and into deep space
and on - and beyond on.
Overwhelmed, humbled, comforted,
excited, filled with questions, but resisting answers.
All these things stir the soul
reminding me of my place.
Small, so very small,
not, perhaps, noted by the universe
yet very real on the plane of existence
and the tangible origin of at least my own cosmic perspective.
Yet in eyes of the Creator of all that is,
the smallest life, born of stardust and dreams,
is noted
and loved
and nurtured...
and for that I am thankful.
Duncan.
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