Just Little Things

 My dearest God, I pray for this,

That all through life I may find bliss

In little, oft unnoticed things:

The rippling song the river sings;

A cat at play; wee hidden blooms,

The fragrance of their quaint perfumes;

Small tender plants that fade and die;

Each different shade of summer sky;

Fresh swelling buds; dead floating leaves;

The nest some loving robin weaves.

Then, through the years, as I grow old

A joy unknown to fame or gold

Will fill a heart that ever sings

Of pleasure found in little things.

By a Carmelite Nun

Published with the kind permission of the Discalced Carmelite Nuns of Rochester, NY

(Artwork: "Spring" by Mark Senior)