To see the greatness of Creation
- greater than science, greater than religion –
and perhaps to see in mind, perhaps to praise,
look to the smallest things.
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I'm trying to imagine Christ telling the crowds about having faith the size of a forget-me-not seed...and it sounds much more poetic than a mustard seed. Guess people in those days hadn't seen too many forget-me-nots...but what a reminder that would have been to always remember HIM. Good poem, Michael. Raynette
Or maybe it moved on so you would notice it, as things which are static seem not to receive our notice.
Cool poem Michael, and wonderful meander through the why's of lifes choices of view. It has a great flow too. Forget Me? You must be joking! lol 10 from larger than life and smiling truly, Tai
Deep, meditative, and visual. Cracking poem. And dedicated to one of the nicest people on the site. Best wishes, Gina.