my morning poem,,,

A Grain Of Sand

If starry space no limit knows
      And sun succeeds to sun,
There is no reason to suppose
      Our earth the only one.
'Mid countless constellations cast
      A million worlds may be,
With each a God to bless or blast
      And steer to destiny.
     
Just think! A million gods or so
      To guide each vital stream,
With over all to boss the show
      A Deity supreme.
Such magnitudes oppress my mind;
      From cosmic space it swings;
So ultimately glad to find
      Relief in little things.

For look! Within my hollow hand,
      While round the earth careens,
I hold a single grain of sand
      And wonder what it means.
Ah! If I had the eyes to see,
      And brain to understand,
I think Life's mystery might be
      Solved in this grain of sand

robert w service.