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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Love in a Small Package

A little boy, five years old
Part of church on Sunday morning
In the circling of people
Passing peace to one another
Dutifully but unconcerned
He puts up with us

Today like other Sundays
He accompanied his mother
Sitting quietly in a pew
However unlike other Sundays
Prayers were offered for his father
And recovery from a stroke

In the passing of the peace
I offered sympathy and hope
To the mother and her son
He smiled and reached out for my hand
As if to say he always knew
That love was passed with peace

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