Sometimes that greatness manifests itself in extraordinary things, but most of the time the greatness of God manifests in us through ordinary things done with great love."
Rediscovering the Saints
by Edward A. Guest
September - magic artist - comes again to paint the trees,
Comes again to crown with beauty Mother Earth;
And she'll touch with gold or crimson every humble plant she sees.
Without questioning its merit or its worth.
And the eye that looks to see
On the frailest little tree
Will behold a touch of glory where September it caressed.
And the poorest little bloom
That is soon to meet its doom
Will be nodding in the sunshine with the proudest richly dressed.