Lulled to the sound of my beating heart,
I lie there
Listening to the sound of the muscle
That with every thump, proves I live.
With every throb that happens in my chest,
I see my Creator sustaining me,
Giving me another second of life
As each heartbeat passes.
How is it
That something I rarely think about
Something that I can’t see, and take for granted every day,
A tiny, little muscle—
Is so complex,
With my whole life depending on its activity?
For if this little muscle were to stop,
That would be the end of me.
And that will happen someday.
As each thump passes,
I thank my God for giving me life.