and no mother's heart seems to really grasp
that the fingers she holds and toes that meet her lips
will one day, perhaps, be bigger than her own.
Mary, she knew, that smallness was destined to be greatness.
But probably, it was just beyond her heart,
that smallness would become such Bigness.
These ever-growing bodies
that smallness is fleeting
and has no indicator of
it can grow.
I am reborn through Grace every day
And am reminded of such love
born in smallness and growing into bigness
every time feet that once fit inside the palm of my hand
outgrow another pair of shoes,
travel little pieces of my heart further from me
in ever-growing portions.
Inspired by the 'Twas the Write Before Christmas Day Six prompt:
|Join us in creating as we get into the Christmas spirit!|