So Many

by James B. Nicola

God did not have to make so many stars.
I do not have to write so many words.
There do not have to be so many flowers.
There are so many people in the world.

And yet the space between the stars is cold
and dark, as is the space between them and
us. As for words, the story can't be told
for every listener to understand

the inexplicable. A blossom may
reveal, but can't requite. Hence millions more.
Each tries to consummate what Nature's for.
And one lone soul might likewise warm my way
to light and God. It won't be one I've met,
but you, whom I have not imagined yet.