Infinity so Palpable in the Air

There is infinite energy in this universe.
It is where we came from,
What sustains us,
Who we are!

Do the fruits of the earth ever get tired of growing to sustain humanity, even after thousands of years?

So sometimes, why do I think that I don't have enough time?
Or that I lack the resources to help someone,
Or to accomplish my goals,
Or to be happy,
Or to be loved?

'The devil promises you poverty and inclines you to behave with gross indecency.'

I have to remember that there is infinite energy,
There are infinite resources
Infinite time, infinite love...
Infinity is where we came from and where we are going.
It is all that really exists in the underlying fabric of this moment too.

How did I ever get tricked into thoughts of scarcity
With infinity so palpable in the air around me?!