Bits and Pieces Poem

Bits and Pieces…

I notice the little things these days,

a bird’s feather, a curling leaf, a

line of ambient light illuminating

the edges of far off mountains.

All beautiful and poignant in

their perfection. Happiness.

My heart needs nothing more

than these treasures to

know God.

I have to ask myself: who decides the

smallness or greatness of things?

Surely we humans are not qualified

for such a task. The limits

of language and perception

make us ill-suited for such

magnificent decisions.

Better to ask our hearts

than heads to do such

Work.