God

(This is the only poem I’ve ever seen or written that has another embedded in it. The “they say” part is from “Little Things,” a poem I loved growing up.)

They say that drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty oceans,
And the pleasant land;
That thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

But drops are really made
From the pounding ocean’s spray;
The grains of dust settle
From land broken far away.
The ages of eternity
Break into useless time,
The greatest poets do exist,
Because of greater rhymes.

So finally, it’s we who see
Our mysteries unfurled,
For in the end, what would God be
Without our little world?

(c) Isvari Mohan, 2012

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