Doing My Best

I cannot fathom eternity. So I wash the dishes from dinner. I cannot comprehend the vastness of the universe and galaxies. So, I read another story to my child. I catch glimpses of how insubstantial I am, like a mote of dust floating on a sunbeam. So I pay my bills and go to work. I love my family and pray to my God. I listen to a friend crying over the phone. I bring a hot meal to my elderly neighbor and maybe visit for a bit. No, I cannot understand, much less control, the infinity of the stars and time and space. But I can do my best to touch the lives of those around me in a meaningful way, with love, respect, and kindness. I give the rest to God