Pants Poem

Only those who give thanks for little things receive the great things as well…We pray for the big things and forget to give thanks for the small (and yet really not so small!) gifts we receive daily.  How can God entrust great things to those who will not gratefully receive the little things from God’s hand?

-Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Life Together

 Love e’er-growing, “Sing aloud!”
For pants that feel like feathered clouds.
There is no fear; I brave the heat,
With I in them, and them on me.

Light-brown, with pockets all around,
You whisper swishy walking sounds
As I explore the dusty streets,
With I in you, and you on me.

How many pockets?  Count once more!
The hidden one’s for my passport.
With seven pockets, I carry
So much in you, with you on me.

There is no need to wash you much;
Perhaps just twice or thrice a month,
Shake off the dust: Viola, you’re clean!
I’m back in you, and you’re on me.

In mythic lands were you once wrought?
Are you made of elven cloth?
What e’er your fabled origins be,
I have found you.  You’re found on me.

O thank you God for tiny gifts!
Like pants that make tired spirits lift.
For greatest gifts, we’re thankful too—
The gift that stands forever true—
That You’re in me, and I’m in You.


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