Ultimately it will be the small things
that unite us: how sweet this air is
that we are breathing together,
or how magnificent the arch of these maples
shaking their papery leaves.
How beautiful it is that our eyes see the
sun set like treasure into the horizon
day after day. How tenderly the bees tongue the flowers.
How simple it could be for small acts of caring to
be spread upon the bread of unity like honey made from
wild clover growing in the lawn of our hearts.

Jennifer notes, "This poem was inspired in part by Rev. Kathryn Bert in a sermon in January 2023."