To Be

TO BE is a mystery
I often think about.
Do you?
I cannot fathom
(although I try)
that it began
some thirteen billion years ago.
That’s what they say —
the folks who know:
astronomers.
If they had told me
“thirteen million years ago”
it would’nt matter much to me.
The fact that I am here today
and likely have tomorrow, too
is quite enough
to blow my mind away.
When I try to grasp
what is not graspable
I think I find my God
somewhere in the middle
of what my little mind
can’t comprehend.
It’s not only TIME but SPACE
evading me that makes me
marvel in my ignorance
and stand in awe of life
and my small portion
that I’m allowed to ponder.

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