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Elizabeth Browning



Monday, October 30, 2017

Small things

“So the small things came into their own: small acts of helping others, if one could; small ways of making one's own life better: acts of love, acts of tea, acts of laughter. Clever people might laugh at such simplicity, but, she asked herself, what was their own solution?”
                                            Alexander McCall Smith, The Good Husband of Zebra Drive
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Let the small things come into their own
The gentle words
The smiles

The hugs of acceptance and compassion
The silence of presence

Let the small things come into their own
The wood cut and stacked
The casserole offered on the altar of empathy

Let the small things come into their own
As we transform our anger and our hatred
into

ordinary acts of love

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