There is no glory too small to go unsung,
No glint of light that has not originated in changeless love.
Vein of leaf, ripple of stream, dance of hawkweed, curve of smile,
All illuminated by the countenance of grace.
And if we had a thousand eyes we would not lack for wonders shown,
Nor notes to fill our score of praise.
~
Lindsey Gallant
S.D.G.
