Treasures on a Speck of Dust
I have spent much of my life
Wallowing in the depths of self-pity,
Wishing for riches I did not have
And yearning for the roads I did not take.
How amazing it is to awaken,
And step out from among the oblivious
To see the true blessings of life.
To love and be loved,
And to have a life worth living
Are the purest of treasures.
These enrich my life,
Though I am only a speck of dust
Residing upon a speck of dust
In God’s great universe.