How a pebble could appear a stone
strong enough to build a life upon
if but could be seen from atom view.
How a breeze could hoist the slivered moon
rocking high above the stagnant world
if but could be combing cilia through.
How the cricket song along the marsh
at night could match the melody of stars
if but could be heard as neurons do.
How one drop of water could deluge
my heart laid wasteland-low in blowing dust
if but could I know myself near You.
~ Jeff Reed