Tis No Small Thing...

Tis no small thing to stand upon the brink of pink-birthed Day

And touch our feet to sod and heart to God where Unknowns splay

Tis no small thing to drink with eyes, extensions of His grace

And realize the awesomeness of Time’s intricate space

Tis no small thing to grip the handle of mortality

Poised inconceivable, on fathoms of eternity

Where touch and trust and taste prove without words who is our God

Tis no small thing, this travelling across Time’s bitty sod

Tis no small thing to humbly bend the knee and bow the head

Acknowledging the hand that breaks our loaf of Daily Bread

Sensing Something much bigger than the tides that ebb and flow

Tis no small thing to drink the dripping cup of Here and Now

Enter His gates with thanksgiving; enter His courts with praise

Tis no small thing; this ephemeral string of numbered days

The Here that we encounter but a vapor-winnowing

Bear well the air of ‘Ere Farewell’ where There is no small thing

© Janet Martin