A reflection on our place in the universe
| In Significance
I’m merely one among millions,
part of a fleeting mayfly dance;
unremarked and unremembered
when my seventy years have passed.
My lifetime is barely a blink
for a world that circles a sun,
with billions of years behind it
and billions of years yet to come.
Earth’s only a small blue marble
in thrall to a yellowish star;
neither especially noted
in a far-flung galactic arm.
Sol’s one of two hundred billion,
just a drop in the Milky Way.
There may be a trillion planets
in the galaxy’s full array.
Our galaxy’s just a fragment
among trillions that fill the night,
eternally soaring outward
in sublime universal flight.
The universe may be one burst
in an infinite fireworks show.
A multiverse of endless birth,
realities we’ll never know.
Trillions of trillions of planets;
how many where life can hold sway?
How many civilizations
where extraterrestrials pray?
I’m just a pin-point speck of dust,
and I’m lost in a vast expanse.
The fact that I exist at all
seems miraculous random chance.
A place in this cosmic wonder
I can claim because here I stand,
fully part of God’s creation,
though I’m less than a grain of sand.
Terrence G. Fisher © 2019
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