'Open your eyes to the splendour of small things.'
Gloria
Poem by Harvey Gillman
Open your eyes to the splendour of small things,
to the glory that is in your tired and bruised heart,
to the glory that is those you meet each day,
the tired, the bruised, the broken,
the spat at, the thrown out,
the glory that is the Spirit’s light
buried in all flesh, buried in all matter,
in the heart of the ocean
on the peak of the mountain.
Open your eyes to the opened tomb,
the new harvest, the land whose rivers are the rivers of healing.