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Sometimes I wonder

If I am some sort of cosmic analogy
simply created to show Your size, 
and it is in these moments, I beg:

remember me.

These thoughts often visit me
as I watch the sun slink silently away
while the starry expanse of bright night eyes
commences its gentle glide across the horizon.

You remember Your people, 
the Book says, 
and Your promises You keep—

But will You remember me?

Lost among Your many-splendored 
work of creation, I confess—

I often doubt I am even worth remembering.