To Be Small Before the Divine

The storm within me has known no rest. It visits in the hush between dawn and prayer, when the world still slumbers, and my thoughts grow loud. The earth spins swiftly on its axis, chasing the sun with relentless haste, yet here I stand—tethered, heavy, slow. My soul lags behind the march of men; I watch the days unravel like threads slipping from weary hands. I meet countless faces, radiant and certain, yet within me, doubt stirs like a restless tide. I ask myself, Who am I in the vast decree of His creation? A breath among storms, a grain among mountains, a spark that flickers, known only to the One who kindled it.

The world teaches us to run—to build, to gather, to proclaim our worth upon fragile pedestals—but my heart whispers another truth: that to diminish oneself before the Divine is the only way to truly rise. For what glory can man claim when his end is dust, when his pulse is but a loan from the Almighty? I have seen men boast of their light, yet forget that light belongs to none but Him who said “Kun fayakun”—Be, and it is.

At times, I wish to be of use, to bring warmth where coldness dwells, to be a vessel of good in this restless world. Yet my steps falter beneath the weight of striving. Still, in my weakness, I find a quiet grace. For even the smallest of deeds—if done for His sake—is written in the eternal record, unseen but never lost. The world’s pace may leave me breathless, but His mercy waits, patient, vast, and near.

And so I surrender. My anchor lies not in the fleeting rhythm of the world, but in the timeless shore of His remembrance. He is the reason I move and the reason I rest, the stillness behind every storm. When my heart trembles, I recall that nothing is wasted in His sight. Every tear, every silence, every small attempt to love and to serve—He gathers them all.

Thus I learn to bow not in defeat, but in devotion. To be small is not to be lost; it is to be known by Him who is Greatest. And when my striving ends, I shall return to where it all began—to the embrace of the One who fashioned me from dust, and called me to remember.

—vic