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 coldand dark, as is the space between them andus. As for words, the story can't be toldfor every listener to understandthe inexplicable. A blossom mayreveal, but can't requite. Hence millions more.Each tries to consummate what Nature's for.And one lone soul might likewise warm my wayto light and God. It won't be one I've met,but you, whom I have not imagined yet.