Little is the Beginning of Big

You give us little things

Itty bitty things

Seeds, handfuls of seeds,

Sometimes nothing but seeds

When we stand in forests and fields

With hands full of seeds

We will not weep for the smallness of the seeds

We will not despair that everything else is so grown

We will not run away for some better place to be

We are here

We have these

We can do this

We are alive

And ready to be planted

To be aliver

We are not masters

We are untrained

All we ever have to do

Is let go

Of the seeds

Whatever seeds you gave us

And let them go

To the ground

And in little things

You do big things

Little is the beginning of big

We can’t do big all alone

All on our own

All at once

But little is the beginning of big

You give us little things

Itty bitty things

Seeds, handfuls of seeds,

Sometimes nothing but seeds