Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.
*Something a little different today. A poetic attempt at defining greatness.*
The behemoth. The giant.
Gigantor – the one and only.
The one who’s been ordained close to holy
All because of his stature – as colossal as it is.
All the tiny minions look upon him and cower in awe and wonder.
“He’s the one. He’s the great.” – They mutter. They gasp.
Their mouths open wide as he flexes his grasp
In front of the little ones. The people. The humans.
The humans call him great. He sees himself and says
“Greatness is Me.”
But is Greatness really the great big monster we can’t comprehend?
Is it really the big mystery which seems to have no end?
I think not. Really. I think not.
I think we have forgotten. Yes. We’re quite lost.
Greatness is not defined by the size we see with our eyes.
Greatness is sized up by the actions, the words, the feats of one
Who chose to despise
The ways of being normal. The life of being plain.
Greatness was in King David when he defeated the great giant
That towered over him.
Greatness was in the people, the ‘weird’ people, who chose to
Chase their dreams and use their talents whilst others were too busy
Falling, tripping, and stumbling on the corporate ladder to nowhere.
Greatness is in those who choose to perservere.
It’s in those who stand even when life says “Sit”,
Who make a big something out of a little “it”.
Greatness knows no size. Greatness knows no form.
Greatness wondering around waiting to explode in the life of another
Human being who has seen that life can mean
So much more
If you just learn to strive for a little more
Than the average Joe.
I’ll speak to that.