Tiny Things (or In Which I Share a Poem Written by Yours Truly)

This will be a very short post…which has been more the norm than the exception these days, I’m afraid, when I post at all. I apologize. (I would at this juncture make glowing promises of all the long in-depth posts I’ll be putting up soon, but as I expect that would be more optimistic than accurate, I shall refrain.)

In this post, I just wanted to share a poem that I wrote. I usually don’t like my poems, and they usually for that reason stay in dark and deep obscurity…but I actually did rather like this one. I wrote it over a year ago for a poetry class, and all this time later I still like it. Which is unusual for this sort of thing.

So, I’ll stop rambling and share the poem, shall I?

Tiny Things

A tiny stone is knocked into a lake,
And ripples form a thousand times the size.
A little motion and a thund’ring shake;
An avalanche is formed before your eyes.

So tiny things can make a lasting mark,
And insignificance become immense;
A cut initial grows into the bark,
The smallest sapling grows and breaks the fence.

And so a thoughtless word or thoughtless deed
Can leave a mark un-thought of at the time,
A friend feel pushed away in time of need,
Or feel forgiveness is denied this time.

If things are changed with such appalling ease,
Let’s give the tiny things to Him Who sees.

Do you ever write poetry? Who are your favorite poets?