Least – 5 Sonnets #FOWC #poetry #sonnets

1

Of all the words that cross my lips each day,
The least of them is “least.” It’s small, it’s bland,
It brings no grace or beauty to my say,
No spark of wit, no depth to understand.

Yet when I seek to praise what’s truly great,
And find a way to make the finest shine,
This little word, so modest and so straight,
Can play a role that’s far beyond its size.

For when I say “the least of these,” I show
The smallest part of something truly bright,
And in that smallness, let the world aglow
With all the grace and wonder of its light.

So let the word “least” have its small place,
In service to the greatest of all grace.

2

Of all the things that I have loved and lost,
The least of them is “least.” It’s just a word,
A tiny syllable that pays a cost,
Of meaning little, heard and quickly blurred.

Yet when I think of all the joys that passed,
The memories I keep, the dreams that died,
This little word, so meek and overcast,
Can help me see what I should not have tried.

For when I say “the least of these” I mean
The smallest part of what I used to be,
The bits that I have cast aside, the scene
Of life that’s left behind, the you and me.

So let the word “least” have its small place,
In marking all the love that once had grace.

3

Of all the things that I have done and seen,
The least of them is “least.” It’s just a sound,
A simple noise that’s lost among the green,
A whisper in the wind, a blur of ground.

Yet when I seek to find what I have learned,
And all the things that I have come to know,
This little word, so quiet and so earned,
Can lead me to the path that I should go.

For when I say “the least of these” I say
The smallest step of progress that I’ve made,
The slightest bend of will that led the way,
The faintest flicker of a light displayed.

So let the word “least” have its small place,
In marking all the progress I can trace.

4

Of all the things that I have hoped and prayed,
The least of them is “least.” It’s just a thought,
A fleeting dream that fades and blows away,
A wish that’s born and then so quickly brought.

Yet when I seek to find what I believe,
And all the things that I hold dear and true,
This little word, so gentle and so grieved,
Can lead me to the heart that I pursue.

For when I say “the least of these” I say
The smallest part of what I hope to be,
The gentle spark that I can still display,
The faintest flicker of my destiny.

So let the word “least” have its small place,
In marking all the hope that I embrace.

5

Of all the things that I have feared and faced,
The least of them is “least.” It’s just a sign,
A symbol of a danger that’s been chased,
A mark of something that’s been left behind.

Yet when I seek to find what I have done,
And all the battles that I’ve won,
This little word, so humble and so spun,
Can help me see the strength that I have won.

For when I say “the least of these” I say
The smallest part of what I’ve overcome,
The tiny victory that led the way,
The faintest flicker of my victory won.

So let the word “least” have its small place,
In marking all the strength that I have faced.