Lesser Gifts I. This Little Light of Mine Oh come now! It’s so tiny, so unshiny how can it give light enough to make a cricket dance? Puny little thing! It flickers now and then, but when it’s held up to the light of day it fades and squirms away. Just hold it up, you say and say and say. Oh, all right then, here you go, I sputter, eyes a-roll. You shake your lion head and smile and I see stars, so small, fly off your mane but all together dancing, whitening the air. Is mine like that? A little star among the billions trillions sesquatillions? Yeah, I guess—what if we all said Not enough of this big bright is mine? Is that your point? Should I just stop my whining, just let my microscopic flicker shine? II. Coins of the Realm Walk up timidly and put them in my little coins, the last I have of this world’s goods. One, two…. So small, so insignificant, but all I have to give. Ah, someone sees! So