Adrift between the infinitely vast
And infinitely small, and bounded by
An unknown future and a choppy past,
A simple soul (for such a one am I)
Must simple means find to beatify
His tiny speck of life, must keep it green
And fresh and warmly good so that thereby
It might give honor to the Great Unseen
Who holds it in the holy in-between.
Jeffrey Essmann is an essayist and poet living in New York. His poetry has appeared in numerous magazines and literary journals, among them Dappled Things, America Magazine, the St. Austin Review, Amethyst Review, Pensive Journal, U.S. Catholic, The Society of Classical Poets, and various venues of the Benedictine monastery with which he is an oblate. He is editor of The Catholic Poetry Room.