Poems about small things in five lines

Everything starts small yet not all remain so

Creation started small; with just a breathe and a word

Man started small; with some clay and a breathe

Sin started small; with just a lie and an apple

But most importantly, redemption started small; with just a child in the womb

II

Love starts small

It starts in the soul

Then propagates out

But it starts within

Only then can it touch the world

III

The world started small and undifferentiated

But then over and over, it blossomed and decayed

The turn and the tide

Birth-rebirth, the only constant

The only thing that we can count on

IV

My heart is small yet it aches so much

I feel it in my bones, muscles and nerves

It hurts everywhere

It always hurts

Nevertheless, I carry on
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‘Why’ is such a short word yet it drives me

It drives my every move

Without it, I am nothing

So, why do I carry on?

That’s the ultimate question

VI

I carry on because I see a world in pain

I carry on because I see people unfulfilled

I see people living for the wrong things

I see people living for transient things

And it hurts. It breaks my heart

VII

This is why I live the way I do

I want to show ‘the way’

The way to meaning

The way to everlasting joy

The way towards the kingdom of heaven

VIII

The way is narrow

The way is not glamorous

The way is heartbreaking

The way is toil

Yet, the way is salvation

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The way: the ultimate paradox

Contradictory yet true

It couldn’t be any other way

Otherwise it wouldn’t be so narrow

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