The Hope Givers

Do we not all, at times, ask the question: "Who am I?"
And then answer ourselves painfully, "nobody."
We rest like infinitesimal specks somewhere between Beginning and Forever.

Waters carve their way through rocks and mountains.
Stars burn themselves into timeless patterns.
Volcanic eruptions rearrange the face of the earth.

Surrounded by all this power and might, one could be easily convinced he, of all these things, was the least important.

Thus our need for each other, for caring people. People who come amid our nothing-ness and bring to us a sense of dignity, of worth. Who fill us with the certainty that, of all these things, we are the most precious, the most loved, the most important of all.

And when that happens,
the mountains and rivers and stars are all
diminished by the magnitude of that act,
for God becomes Truth within us.