It is the common things
That people do
Day after humdrum day
That are exalted.
My eyes were easily fooled
By gloss and glitter
While God attended to
The progress of a mop
Past lonely prison cells.
No need to hoist the bells
So high atop the steeple
God’s ear is good enough
To hear the tired sighs
Of ordinary people.
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well, it's the common things that people do that NEED to be exalted anyway. Curiously, I find that is often true in examining the lives of the saints. Sometimes they were exalted for things like passing out bread to the poor or sharing their cloak with a cold person. Stuff that ordinary people do everyday. I do love the bells in the steeple ringing out over the land, though. They are uplifting to hear.
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This is anice little piece of poetry.
God hears everything that's for sure
Thanks for the entry.
Best of wishes to you.
Tony
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