JOHN F. TEMPLIN - Insignificance

It was just a small cog in the wheel that turned the universe,
a seemingly unimportant thing for it to be.
While the planets and bright stars in all their glorious array
were the ships that sailed unhindered on God’s celestial sea.

The tiny cog would go unnoticed because it had a job to do;
one simple chore was all the talent it possessed.
It turned, round and round in circles, which set the universe in sync;
a million things in unison and each one at its best.

It accepted as its duty, a task of insignificance;
then, resigned itself to do the best it could.
It performed its job routinely and never missed a turn …
all things in the heavens stayed in sequence as they should.

Man still enjoys the bright night sky in all its splendor,
with fiery trails of comets and their sparkling residue;
while unseen, within the darkness, a little cog spins ‘round
doing everything, untiring, which God created it to do.

It didn’t have to be the “star” performer,
nor, be something complicated and profound;
God created it to be exactly what it is …
a tiny gear that turns a wheel … and makes the universe go ‘round!

JOHN F. TEMPLIN

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