A Grain Of Sand

Robert William Service

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.

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