We think of

Ourselves as so

Unimportant we think

That we’re overlooked

We think that

We don’t matter

Until you spy

That little church

Mouse crouching in

The corner knowing

That your small

Crumb means the

World to him

We’re all but

Church mice cowering

In the corner

Wherever we are

Be the man

Mouse or crumb

Give what you

Can as often

As you can