Facing The Wall Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The history of the world flashed by as I faced the wall,
The unraveling of the past from before the rise to after the fall.

Lifetimes and dynasties pass in seconds before the eye,
The whole of the story of man in his rise from earth to sky.

I shut out the view and focus just on a small stone,
In the vastness of space I do not feel alone.

The entireness of vacuum lies just before my nose,
From one Big Bang to another as the universe just glows.

If my mind sets the size of space to the millimeter scale,
The vastness and grandeur of it all becomes a little frail.

My mind has finally become still, there is nothing there,
The existence of everything is captured in one stare.