Men In Little Houses

We cannot begin to see
the realms beyond
the periphery.
These ghost and odd anomalies
that whisper of reality.
But modern man is so adept
at skimming past the ocean’s depths.
From Sheol to shore but still convinced.
We can’t feel the spinning underneath.
This globe rotates and no one perceives.
We’re so small but man always believes
we are the center, measure of all things.
If this is where we lie,
some place between the matter and the mystified.
And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe inside.
Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.
And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of life.
We
Are
So
Small.
This is where we lie,
some place between the matter and the mystified.
What if all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.
What if all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.
Oh it’s so small.