What Use Am I?

A spindly tuft of grass, forlorn beneath
majestic pines, gazed upward at the sky.
I'm such a tiny speck in all of God's
creation -- tell me please, what use am I?"

On fringes of an ocean-rolling wind,
a whisper came: Your value, little blade,
is equal to the tallest tree, your place
essential in the cosmos I have made.

The outward lines and curvatures which form
containers for the flow of life don't show
the attributes of worth. Your inner surge
reveals the truth; just spread your roots and grow.

The meaning of this message was absorbed
with humbleness by earth's inhabitants...
except for us. We blatantly invent
our own degrees of "worth" what arrogance!

© Laryalee Fraser

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