too much

it was hard to tell where the sea
left off
and the sky began,
both a soft muted blue
with no separation, no clouds,
a sun rising
against the wet stretch of
sand.
it's not unlike looking at
the stars
at night, when
the radiance of each star
is sharp, a silvery
white.
there seems to be no end
to this,
no end to us, what we are.
you can't wrap your head around
eternity.
it's too much, way too much
to even try to
understand.
you just accept it. accept
the mystery, and go back
to your own small
world, fighting all fears,
all doubts
with faith, if you are
so blessed to have one.