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)
Lovely poem, Bernadette!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to more in the very near future.