The Ridiculous (I Don'T Deserve) Poem by L C Vieira

How often have I skipped past
a bleeding heart,
full of light
in some small corner
I ignore?
What past and future
unimportance -
such distraction -
steals my heart away?

I miss so much.

What is ridiculous and undeserved
are the simple things, the small gifts
You share with me for Your joy and mine -
when I'm not even looking.

I sink my toes in sand and feel
that You are also there.

Then suddenly,
another gift appears
and once again, I'm humbled,
amazed
that you are close enough
to care
for the simple one
stumbling around.