Of small and cumulative acts

Poem by Dana Littlepage Smith

'Earth plodder, I am too often uncomprehending. Gather me, with friends, into a yielding, ready green…' | Photo: by Jordan Whitt on Unsplash

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.

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