PETALS OF LOVE
THE LITTLEST OF ALL
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THE LITTLEST OF ALL
Why is it that you look up and gaze at me?
What is it that has touched you—
your heart, your inner self?
I am but a leaf on a tree,
somewhere, someplace.
I am not more than another leaf—
no greater, no less.
Just a leaf.
There is One greater than us all,
One who has given us life—
the Creator—
the Master Grower, the Sower.
While I am the littlest of all,
if I were to let go
and fall to the ground,
who would miss me?
Who would know
if I am different from another?
If I were swallowed up
by the wind and fell down
upon someone's doorstep,
who would notice me?
I am not a jewel or emerald.
I am only a leaf,
among the many
who look like me.
I will grow old and crumble away.
I am not a treasure.
I am worth very little.
I was only meant to be a leaf,
an umbrella: God's little vessel,
to convert emptiness to fullness.
Robert J. Varrick
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About the Author
Inspirational writings. Open your eyes and see things. Open your heart and feel things. Answering the call.
The Lord calls and waits for the inner-spirit of oneself to respond. It is I, who heard this call through a near-death experience. A journey which has taken me to the light, the way, and the truth—a journey of faith, of the Cross. With the guidance from my spiritual director, and also a small wooden cross I had in my pocket I gave to another person as a compassionate gesture in petition, opens the door to spiritual gifts, and spiritual writing—encounters of spiritual inspirations, reflections and experiences that touch the heart and soul. I have recorded and documented the on-going events in my life as they happened. I have put forth my complete trust in the Lord, and have written the words that come into my heart and soul. These thoughts and actions are not of myself, but inspirations of the Holy Spirit. I have shared my writings with others across the world touching hearts and souls in response to my calling, to glorify the work of the Lord.
My wife and I reside in Connecticut and have a son and daughter and two grandchildren.
rjvarrick@gmail.com
ISAIAH 6:8
Then I heard the voice of the Lord
saying:
“Whom shall I send? Who will be my
messenger?”
I answered, “Here I am, send me.”
