Feeling. Like a god.

Thinking about life. Rather than death. Keeps me going. The thought. That life must be teeming. In all sorts of form. In our own Milky Way galaxy. Consisting of two billion suns. With an infinitesimal number of planets. That would support life. As we know it. And don’t know it. Beyond imagination.  And then we are told. Of billions of galaxies. Beyond our own.  Think of it. The vastness of creation.  The prospects for limitless life. And I’ve been part of this. Ever so small. Makes me feel humble. And proud, too. For being a grain of sand. That feels alive. That’s far better than nothing. Almost makes me feel divine. Like a god. --Jim Broede