it’s not the grand gesture
the great sacrifice
that proves what lies
in a heart
but the accumulation
of the small things
that go unnoticed
during the daylight
the evening
of our lives
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I find this very true in life. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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So true. We are the sum of life’s experiences…good and bad. Day and night. We are an inignma so-to-speak. Yet truth can be discerned.
Thank you, Michael.
Yes, the accumulation of small things. Beautifully expressed.
Thank you.
Philosophical and true.
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Thank you for reblogging this poem.
This poem being one of those small things, not quite unnoticed.
Thank you, Jeff.
Isn’t that the truth.
I always thought so. Glad you agree.
Ah, yes. The unnoticed (or the barely noticed).
It isn’t for the noticing, though, that one performs those acts of the heart, is it?
No, it’s not.
Beautiful truth
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Beautiful! ❤
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I think this is beautiful without details or explanation. We all can picture someone whose small things they did for us may have gone unnoticed. Some may be still with them in the evening of their lives. I fear I may not . . .
Many times we do not notice those small acts of kindness until they have ceased. And then, unfortunately, it is usually too late to acknowledge them.
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Lovely poem! Sooo, sooo true! 😉 ❤
Peace, love & understanding,
Sherrie
Sherrie Miranda's historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
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Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:
Thank you for reblogging the poem, Sherrie.
Happy New Year my friend! Hugz Lisa and Bear
Thank you, Lisa. Happy New Year to you, too.