I hold a silver ball in my hands
Its simplicity and shape enchant me.
I imagine the sphere as the world,
and then as the universe.
Then I see Mothers hands holding the universe.
And me? – I have all but disappeared –
a mere pin prick somewhere within this vast sphere.
With this weightless feeling I am oddly comforted –
And all this from a little silver ball!
Poem found on internet (name author witheld on request)