I Am But a Speck
Below me sweeps a thousand feet
Of air and nothing more,
Precipices fall away
Yet stir me to the core.
Yawning chasms, with evil gape
Scare a mortal soul,
Oh, but is there elsewhere
A spirit feels so whole.
In that moment there I stood
Heaven, surely found.
I am but a speck upon this earth,
High above the ground.
Entry for
In The Moment Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Heidi Sands
14/6/18. Placed 3rd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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