Small

A singularity
A point
An explosion
Then expansion
Endless eons of formation
Then death to fuel birth
A marble hung in black
Circling a perfect distance
Oceans of fortune
Creatures of breath
The images of god

A beginning so minute
Full of infinite mass and potential
Realized over ages
Into the sum of all parts

You feel small at times
So do I
But small is just right
Your weakness holds promise
The preface to explosion
The prelude to stars
The first gasp of new life