under a storm or the stars.
I feel small upon the earth,
touching a canyon wall.
I feel small wading into the ocean,
and the waves crashing.
I feel small among my peers,
the pressing crowds.
I feel small as I kneel
before God in prayer.
Then I am reminded
that birds notice me,
and fly away from me,
and mosquitoes still seek me,
to draw my blood.
I feel small,
but I am still here.
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