faire Cynthian moon
perched on the night
backlit in beams beyond
lone nightjar flies across the sky
soft canvas stretched above
the simple beauty of the earth
is everywhere to see
and when I look
it’s then i find
God does no little thing
a nod begets encouragement
a word becomes a poem
and soon one seed will feed the world
as drops to rain unfold
God wakens me another day
to morning’s mourning dove
and for each small step that I take
He gives me just enough
but there are days of wondering
and for a little while
i feel more like a speck of dust
but quickly reconcile
for when i understand the power
in worship of the King
there is no doubt in me at all
God does no little thing
A poem by Greg Nelson
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