A small voice calling to us -
the still small voice of conscience
to make the grace-filled choice.
A brief gesture -
smile or kindness offered in time.
Or short prayer.
Or outside
the smallest flower,
the tiniest bug or bird or blade of grass
is sudden hope and joy.
Doing a bit more this time,
going a big further,
sitting still and listening a little longer,
doing the opposite - offering a smile
instead of despondency and ill-temper.
Little choices. Small deeds that matter.
All good things, choices made
confident in his love,
with us always,
so ordinarily.
Then the kingdom happens:
God's way,
God sway
over the sad earth
through us, for us, beyond us, within us.