from a distance

from up here, thirty thousand
feet in the air,
in white clouds,
I can see how small it all is.
how little
our lives are, the patches
of green
the squares of land,
the blue lakes,
the sleeves of lagoons.
I see the rooftops where we
live
and die,
where love comes and goes
as it does
in each and every life.
the minutiae
of our problems seem so
petty
and trite.
so small it all appears
when once it was unbelievably
large.
what seemed impossible
at one time, is now the present.
the infinite wisdom
of God prevails.