The million stars that light the night sky as we gaze upward

The sand that provides a warm, soft bed for us

The sound of the waves coming into shore, constant and neverending

These things should combine to make me feel small

Inconsequential in the big scheme of things

But as I lay here in your arms, they do not

For you make me feel the most important thing in the world

And if I mean so much to you

How can I mean so little to the world at large

I'm not saying that I am not expendable

Or that I am vital to the status quo of the universe

But as long as we share this precious love

I know I have a place in this world

That I am essential to its continuation

And there is nothing, and no one, who can ever make me feel small again

Terri Lyn Stanfield

6/24/2001