A bucket

After Isaiah 40:15-17

I picked up the bucket

and shook it, and all

that fell out was a drop,

a speck of dust

a speck of fine dust

too small to see and

even less to matter but

known as nations

and kings, a single

drop in the bucket

a drop in the bucket

a tiny mite of dust

   on the scales

the nations weight nothing

   not a thing

   not a thing

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.