Little Lights Poem by Joy Cowley

Jesus spoke of little lights, candles, lamps, not great bonfires, just small steady flames to brighten some dark corner of the house.
Come to think of it Jesus allways preached little - children, flowers, sparrows, the widows mite, mustard seeds, loaves and fishes. He didnt expect people to make great gestures. I guess he knew that little is the currency of every day living. So lets thank God for little lights, the warm smile, the phone call, a wave from a passing car, a cup of tea, an open door, a talent freely shared.
How often, when my own candle has gone out, has someone relit it from their lamp of kindness. That cant happen with a big light.
I mean, how close can you get to a supernova?

Foto of Kaikoura lighthouse taken by Hannah Sept 07