Flower in the Crannied Wall
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -- but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Peoples' kindnesses are like flowers in crannied walls. If we could examine them for what they were worth, what might we not understand. Some people have been very kind to me over the last few days. And that kindness is even more important, because it was uncalled for. Sometimes, this is enough to make sense of living. To say, I have seen kindness in a fellow human, even when I have not deserved it. And like flowers in the crannied wall, these kindnesses soften the hardness, bring out the colour, and make it all okay. At least for a while.
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