Antonio da Correggio, The Nativity, c. 1529-1530
A tiny flame is all you need
to build a fire; a tiny seed
becomes a great and mighty tree;
a tiny babe, Divinity.
One little thought grows wings to fly
across the wide, unbroken sky.
One little child who wonders why
can change the world; and you and I
can take one step, and then one more,
until we climb, and then we soar.
A little breach becomes a door
to worlds no one has seen before.
The grandest things begin so small.
A tiny babe, the one we call
the Christ, will lift us when we fall,
for he was born to save us all.
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