Second Sight

 

I cannot weave a tapestry,

Whose vibrant colors gleam,
But I can thread a needle,

And sew a little seam.
I have no silver notes to turn

Into a lovely song,
But I can sit and listen

To the tune and hum along.

I cannot preach a sermon,

To edify the year,
But I can say a little prayer,

The Lord can always hear,
I cannot climb a mountain,

All wreathed in clouds of white,
But I can walk a woodland path,

And feel my heart grow light.

I cannot paint a masterpiece,

I cannot carve in stone,
But there is something I can do,

That is my very own.
For though I do not weave or climb,

Nor paint, or carve, or sing,
Somehow I find a bit of God,

...In every living thing.
 

~ Grace E. Easley