May this (and every) small act
build in my heart and spill forth,
transforming my hands and mind
into tools of service.
May it grow
like the dry river in springtime,
fed by waters that can no longer be contained.
Let it begin humbly
and become strong.
May it lead to more and larger acts,
until this good work is done.
The night still,
the moon rising.
what a beautiful, eloquent post. it is nice to have found your blog. thank you for your extremely thoughtful comment on my blog today.
nicola
http://whichname.blogspot.com
Beautiful!