18/11/2025
As we move through November, the month when we remember the names of all who have passed over into eternity, let us be mindful of the "thin place" again and be grateful.
This poem by Naomi Shihab Nye pays tribute to all those who have touched our lives and shaped our hearts and invites us to slow down and take a minute to receive those "small baskets" of grace...
Small Basket of Happiness
It would never call your name.
But it would be waiting somewhere close,
perhaps under a crushed leaf
turned from pale green to gold
with no fanfare.
You hadn’t noticed
the gathered hush.
of a season’s tipping.
Shadows flowing past
before any light came up,
people whom only a few
might remember,
so much accompaniment
inside a single breeze.
All whom we loved.
In the quiet air lived
the happiness they had given.
And would still give, if only.
You would slow down a minute.
You would bend.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye