Little Things...

Little things are most apt to turn my inward eye

Either to distraction, or if I’m listening,

To a flash of something greater…

Or perhaps to just ground me in the common day.

 

Little things: scattered seed, sparrow and lily,

Copper coins, salt and lamp, fishes, loaves,

Towel and basin, alabaster jar;

These I can touch.

 

Dreams of soaring, lifting, desirous of the higher hills

Are just moments and glimpses of what’s to come.

For now, the ground beneath me-dust, grass, gravel,

Sometimes flower and fern, mark the path that is mine.

-Pat Dague image

Awestruck...

 

 I am awestruck by the early autumn beauty…

Shimmering day,

Clouds edged in glory,

Bright blue sky,

Leaves trembling, knowing their time is short-

Soon they will be released to the wind.

Faint glimpses of the eternal strike chords in my heart.

 

I can only take it in and revel in the Author of it all,

Knowing creation’s impossible existence without

A nascent Hand,

A Word spoken

And Breath to quicken and animate.

 

Alive. Healed. Filled.
I bow.

-by Pat Dague image