Of small and cumulative acts

Poem by Dana Littlepage Smith

by Dana Littlepage Smith 14th January 2022

Come gentle Shaper, caress
my acts into a quieter fire.

I am tired. I have forgotten the music
of silent deeds.

Sweep me into the threshing floor
where corn and chaff are one

until the gold begins to light
the discerning into the willing stream.