A Hidden Life

A Hidden Life

A snow-headed man —

stroked in afternoon light —

stoops by a door

not his own

and swishes a brush

across the frame.

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"The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts: and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs." - George Eliot

"This is a large work I’ve called you into, but don’t be overwhelmed by it. It’s best to start small. Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty, for instance. The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. You won’t lose out on a thing.” - Matthew 10:41-42 (The Message)

(This poem is somewhat based on a real-life scene I observed.)