Is it the glances passed between people
Or the unspoken communication of friends?
Perhaps it’s in the words and phrases
Etched like lines on our skin.
Is it the melody of the morning song,
The chorus made amongst the trees,
Or maybe the fragrance of the air
Carried along by the breeze.
Is it a line called to remembrance
That brings a smile to our face,
Or a verse of warning,
That stops us in our place?
The little things that give us pause,
The little smells, sights, and sounds,
Little details we often overlook
Show how God’s Love abounds.
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OneFourZeroPM 
Those little things are so critical. Sometimes it is remembrance or nostalgia and some times its our discernment speaking to us. I love this poem. It’s so sweet but has a powerful message in the last stanza.
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