Sands or Stars

My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds

And the more I discover, the less I know
my wandering footprints seldom converge

If I veer far right or far left, I may feel large
but if I dance left of center, I am joyfully tiny

Snorting politics fuels my hot boilers of anger
but as I walk others’ paths—peace chills my ire

Social media makes me feel big—for a moment
but nature, beneath its universe, turns me into dust

My sundry achievements can exalt a fleeting status
but home and family blossom my tree into humility

AI tries to please as it pumps words to agree with me
but phony affirmations will never make me loved

Wealth is an endless dependence—it’s never enough
but my lowlier means unearth a priceless gentler spirit

When I am cloistered inside myself, I spew judgments
but when joined in a community, I become merciful

When I feel huge, I flaunt my dark, selfish pride
but lesser—I wallow in the tranquilities of gratitude

Everything I ever create tries to make me important
but God’s creations make me meek and charitable

There are more stars above than grains of sand below
we can look down, or we can gaze upward in hope

For every littler version of us—fits better into an infinity
and fathoms a grander purpose in worlds without end

And attaching our tiny spirits to God’s brings us closer
to the colossal lights of divinity—for we are all stars