2015/10/25

Thank Goodness for Small Things

The day seemed enormous!
Hours stretched and sped,
alive with activity,
      with big ideas,
      massive doubts —
a huge amount of work!

And somewhere in it
a tiny bird
tapped gently at my office window;
the smallest part of my mind noticed;
the littlest child in me observed beauty
without a critical eye.

And I Breathed.

And knew how small I was
in the Great Scheme of Things.

It was comforting.


Bernadette Brady (Western Australia)

1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem, Bernadette!

    Looking forward to more in the very near future.

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