The Mouse

The Mouse Get up, get up, and start the day. It is bright..., and happy, I’m here to say. Jump out, from the bed, and out of the hole, Through the door, and across the floor. Go. The farmer’s wife is cookin... Breakfast at first then, on with a thirst, fresh coffee at the burner. “Grab a cup”. Little furry friend, come to stay the day… The Lord is watching too. There are so many, but so often, he is only heard, by the few. He sees the needs of those so small, yet feels they are among the tall. They are not forgotten, Even…one. Casually, comforting… He offers his own goblet, a container full of grace! So large…so mighty held open there, right in the air… A gift... as wide as space.