This week my offering is a simple poem, a little thing. Listening is a little thing. On the surface, anyway. And yet, listening is touching the field of humanity… and loving the world. “Started with Little Things,” by William Stafford…
Love the earth like a mole,
fur-near. Nearsighted,
hold close the clods,
their fine-print headlines.
Pat them with soft hands —
Like spades, but pink and loving; they
break rock, nudge giants aside,
affable plow.
Fields are to touch;
each day nuzzle your way.
Tomorrow the world.
~ William Stafford ~
(The Way It Is)
in gratitude and love for the way you nuzzle your way, each day,
Avie