Small Things

Dawn comes

with a faint lightness

on the eastern horizon

before the splendour

of a yellow sun rising beyond the night

Morning is heralded

with one bird’s cry
a clarion call sounding
in the clear air

raising a vibrant chorus

The thaw of winter snow

begins

with one small rivulet
as tentative rays of light glisten
over the frozen drifts

Spring emerges

with the budding of a lifeless branch

and the first faint piercing blades of green
new life appearing

through the dormant earth

So it is with the heart’s seasons

Changes begin

with the small and tenuous

the fragile, unexpected moments

of peace and wonder

May your heart know the pleasure

of small things

until we see the joy of the Lord’s presence

forever.