I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
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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