I put my Atlas on the table,
Scan through pages of YOUR World,
Find the pinpoint that is London,
See how vast this World unfolds.
As I look upon the pages,
Understanding what I see,
How my Soul is just one iota,
And give thanks YOU’ve created me.
If I peruse the many pages,
See the Countries, Cities and Towns,
Rivers, Lakes and Mountains,
Hills and Valleys that abound.
See the Seasons and the Climates,
Happy Times and Disasters too,
Knowing that all has its purpose,
In this World that was formed by YOU.
I am but one person,
Who does live with Faith in YOU,
Trying to Love my Neighbour,
As YOU have told me to.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 5 December 2005
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'Your World' Is indeed a well written poem, Jonathan! I hope that you'll be blessed, you just need to remember this: there is hope keep the faith! Come what may, God is good.