Somehow always in the shadow
Of that larger, louder brother,
Always kept behind in lists,
Not taken up the mountain-top;
And yet the small one heard Him speak
Whose words were fire in his heart
And went to get his brother, said,
We’ve found the one who is the Christ.
If all the small ones in the world
Could do deeds as large as his
And reap eternity from seeds
Sown in smallness – let’s be small.