The sun rises

What does it take to feel small. 

To know that the moon pulls the water from the sea, and brings it crashing down on sandy beaches. 

And sand.

Those littlest molecules. Those pieces of pieces.

That the sun casts a shadow on the sidewalk.

What of beauty. 

Babies and mommas and thunderstorms. 

And what of God?

To feel just a little bit bigger.

To love and be loved