Real moments,
Where I feel
Connected
To something
Prodigious
It's this
Overwhelming sense
Of grandeur
That overtakes me
As I stare into
The deep blue sky
Or the
Endless ocean,
And I feel
Infinitesimal,
Smaller than
A grain of sand
In comparison
To the solar system,
But truly,
That doesn't even
Begin to explain it
Yet all the same,
I partake in
This communion
With the eternal
It's transcendent,
This feeling, yet
Real in every way
It's a time
Where neither
The past
Nor the future
Matter one bit
Every passing moment
Is an eternity
In itself,
One that fades
Rather quickly
I'm lost and found,
Lost and found again,
Like the waves
That form and reform,
Yet in that
Redundancy
Lies my identity,
Therein lies
My hope and salvation,
My sanity even
For, if not
For those moments,
I wouldn't be
The man I am today
I couldn't be
What I'm called to be
It's grace, really,
That helps me
See clearly
In those moments,
Real moments,
And I wouldn't
Have it
Any other way.
