With thoughts of grand gestures;
of making a difference in the universe,
it seems impossible that you,
someone who seems so small
in a massive, unmanageable world
could touch lives, bring change,
but, it’s the little things that matter,
the phone call, the text: “Are you okay?,”
the letter written from your heart
with ink collected for years, then bled
upon pages of love, of light, spilled,
delivered into praying hands.
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