Please look heavenward and count the stars, if you are able to count them." And He said to him, "So will be your seed.
There are things I have no ability to comprehend.
The number of stars in the sky –
I lost count before I glanced up.
The number of grains of sand on Earth –
I know it must be finite, but even
a single beach breaks me.
The concept of infinity –
Yeah, but what’s after that?
Space, the edge of the universe –
What would I find if I took one step further?
Even a Rose Bowl filled with people –
a mere sixtieth of six million.
Could I ever shake every one of their hands?
Know even a fraction of their stories?
There are people who came before me
who made it so I could exist who
I will never know.
And people yet to come
(assuming this all holds out)
whose ears may never hear my name.
It may be best not to think about it.
This infinity, this overuse of the word
forever.
I sit here, evidence of the promise.
I am one of the stars.
I am one of the seeds.
The promise kept.