Glory

The ocean is too big for there not to be a God.

Look at it. Tonight the scene stares from a top story balcony toward the breaking tide beneath. A person walks along the sand. Minuscule, this form of humanity all but recedes with the pulling current.

If one person stood in that same distance for all the space covered by sea, all creation would be collected. Yet that one indistinguishable person walks softly atop the sand, larger than the lapping foam beneath.

No person who looks upon it could deny God. Man simply is too small. Creation is too big. The difference between the two, too great. And God is too much to consider letting anyone go too long thinking otherwise.