In The Middle

In the middle of life there’s a moment of still. Reminiscing, regretting, “Is there point in it all?” Looking out in both ways from the top of the hill as I tumble and shrink to an infinite small. For I know forever has no end of days, it leaves me to contemplate just who I am? And I know that size never ends in both ways, when you sit in infinity, is there a plan where we have significance? Any at all? It seems we are not but a quark in the sea, yet at the same time I can’t help but recall a simple concept that was once taught to me – that we are God’s children, of infinite worth. The thought of such gives me that moment of still where it becomes clear why I am here on the Earth. In the middle of life... from the top of the hill.