Alarm rings through the morning grey
Same old street treads its usual way
Crumpled lists in a pocket worn
Still your heart moves through each dawn
Door held open for hurrying feet
Seat surrendered on a crowded seat
Tears concealed on a stranger’s face
Find their rest in your quiet space
Small notes left on an empty desk
Warmth revived in the commonplace
Tiny sparks through a drifting day
Light the path in a modest way
Happiness wears such gentle clothes
Grows through chores where your spirit glows
World reshapes through your subtle art—
Greatest gift in your ordinary heart