Which Precious Things?
Which precious things did I lose or belittle today?
I found myself seeking sadness Saturday.
In serving, I looked for grieving folk.
I was walking beside some brothers, but
lost sight of them, my
peripheral sight slothful.
I was thankful when I arrived,
and then forgot to share it.
Fill me again,
so that I might share.
Fill me up.
I would share you again.
I was a sad sack.
Fill me with joy.
(C) Tom Bolton, 6 April 2013, Milwaukee
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