George, WA

There are days when nature does its job
And reminds you how small you are
That the scale your ego has constructed for you
Is wrong and that you’re a few feet of
Carbon and water that’s barely a blip on the landscape

That the sun can burn you without trying
The wind will blow your house down
And the rain will wash away your belongings
Like the tears of defeat can cleanse away
Some of the pain your errors carry
And the irony of how perspective will let you
See that it can still be beautiful

So today I can see pretty far in all directions
Enough to know that I’m always in God’s care
Even when I don’t choose to see or feel it
From my tiny place.