Love is found in little acts
Not the bluster of the self righteous
The thunder belched from rooftops
Flamboyant demonstrations of the famous
But in the gentle moments of unaware treasure
Tender eulogies at funerals
The smuggled purpose of the reluctant
In silent footsteps towards sacrifice,
The realize worth of commitment
Faithful signatures upon life,
An unseen touch on a shoulder
Playful glance through shadows
The wiping of a dying brow
The care of a fragile heart
Excursions into mundane grace
A moment of reassurance
Knowing that you will be there.
Written for Poetry Jam
This is beautiful, Alan… the gentle moments of unaware treasure are the most important of all and blessed are those who realize this and can appreciate it.
“in silent footsteps toward sacrifice.” So glad you shared this with Poetry Jam / sacrifice theme. You have given so many good examples of how people are there for one another in all stages of life. Also fits well with Poets United / commitment. A poem from the heart!
So much to ponder here. I agree that in these small acts of sacrifice love is shared.
This is so beautiful Alan—and so true
Every line honors the truth behind true love and commitment. I adore this.
life and love is built on there little moments when we are there for each other…times we are putting the other in front of us and not just thinking about ourselves…
I feel the earth move through these gestures of human kindness, and I feel more aware of God in these moments aptly called mundane. I do not see this as paradox. As you have shown so beautifully, grace is in these smaller acts.
“Tender eulogies at funerals ” – I have found that bereavement is usually followed by glowing extollations and high praise, testimonials given as to character and a lifetime of achievement, and much sorrow and shaking of heads, more often than not coming from people who knew little or nothing about the person who passed away or even the family themselves. It is the closest, the most loving and most loved who don’t know exactly how to put into words what they feel about their loss. And theirs are the most sincere, most heartfelt and most real of eulogies.
With every word and thought, you portray the true nature of love – it is not the ocassional grand gesture but the everyday inconsequential actions that count.
Those “little things” are the ones that count……the “silent footsteps towards sacrifice”. Beautiful writing.
Yes… all of these ~ blessed are they that realize it.
mundane grace is a very interesting concept
journey with a new friend
You really captured what matters in human interaction – Sacrifice maybe, but most often it’s the loving, compassionate gestures of connection that demonstrate our love and commitment. Enjoyed reading this very much.
oh yes…love is in the little things, the ‘gentle moments’…a lovely capture!
I love the spirit of this–the real worth of the mundane moments of love. So nicely done. I like your happy daisy photo too–your park bench always looks so sad!
nicely done Alan…thanks for sharing your words
Especially that last: knowing that you will be there — the acid test. A fine poem and a great tesponse to the prompt.
Thank you so much for your kind comments, i really enjoyed writing this poem, it is the little acts of kindness that mean so much
mundane grace is a lovely description
…a lot of truths there… ah, a lot to dig deeper… smiles…
Wow! You exposed the things i would like to have said about sacrifice. Such a good reminder of the gentleness of caring and how litte it takes to show it in every moment.
Several really nice lines, but my favorite is “faithful signatures on life”. Sounds like a poem bursting to be freed from confinement. Lovely,