Your Beauty Fills the Little: A Poem

Your beauty fills the little things

The red bird, the yellow bird

They bounce, they chirp, they sing

Like you, it's sweet, gentle, and pure

What the sun shines on, you bring to life

The sunset reminds me that there is more

The oranges and pinks show love, never strife

Something about water, what I feel when it pours

The printed hummingbird on my lavender journal

Its papyrus pages invite me into time with you

Your presence at the family table, its eternal

Behold the roses, I marvel as they grow anew

Melodies, high notes, and cellos remind me of Heaven

Pure bread on earth, fresh to bake

The loaves, simplicity, unleaven

My heart, when I look for you here, it will not shake

Unshaken by the swarms around

I find rest when I daydream of dancing through a field

With you, I dance in a linen gown, how I abound

Creativity reminds me of my Creator, all is yours as I kneel

Sweet fragrance reminds me of the mother you gave me

The candlelight as her gentle love

The blanket as her comfort while I rest on her knee

The motherly, gentle, still, nature, and the above

They all point to you

Your beauty fills the little things