Monday, July 25, 2011

Smallness

For all these smallnesses
I thank You, Lord:

small children
and small needs;
small meals to cook,
small talk to heed,
and a small book
from which to read
small stories;
small hurts to heal,
small disappointments, too,
as real
as ours;
small glories
to discover
in bugs,
pebbles,
flowers.



When my day is through
my mind is small,
my strength is gone;
and as I gather
each dear one
I pray, "Bless each
for Jesus sake --
such angels sleeping,
imps awake!"




What wears me out
are little things:
angels minus
shining wings.
Forgive me, Lord,
if I have whined;
...it takes so much
to keep them shined;
yet each small rub
has its reward,
for they have blessed me.




Thank you,
Lord.

a poem by Ruth Bell Graham

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