Sunday, December 16, 2012

Sitting at the Edge of the World


Feet dangling over the edge of the world

Feeling so small yet so loved

I’m not even a speck on the map of the universe

Yet I am at peace knowing the grander plan

Seeing the hustle and bustle of everyday lives

And recognizing the chaos below me

From way up here I am clear and free

And I choose to look at the skies.

There is beauty all around

Sometimes you just have to take the time to look for it

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