Don’t make Spirit too small
Lest It become hidden amidst books
Dog-eared and dusty high on a shelf
Or as the sun fades
Forgotten against the backdrop of night
Don’t make Spirit too small
One flowered stem of beauty
The magnificence of which is
Absorbed into life’s landscape
Overlooked as the boy’s finger
That holds the dike
Don’t make Spirit too small
Our cares overshadowing
The Omnipotence that breathes
Life into the newborn child
And dreams the magic
Weaving of a snowflake
Don’t make Spirit too small
Like the mud-filled puddle
Which soils our shoe
While the mighty tide pulses our being
Bringing infinite treasure ashore
Don’t make Spirit too small
Like the lone song of woodthrush
Drowned in the chatter of mind
Its sweet morning reverie
One piece of the orchestra
Embraced only by the rising sun
Don’t make Spirit too small
For as you magnify Its essence
You become blinded by Its Brilliance
Beautiful Anne.
I have been browsing in charmed light
finding your people, poems
so graceful, so human, so full of the spirit that is not too small.
Fran
Stunningly beautiful!
This is lovely work, Anne, the idea and the imagery are beautiful.
This is beautiful
I do declare this might be my mantra Anne. This is a very beautifully crafted piece. All the best with your move. Change is always difficult but that does not mean the quality of your life will not improve. I have a feeling it will.