Reading poetry, it never fails to amaze me that a simple thing like raindrops or parachutes or a strand of hair can be transformed in a page of words. Simplicity becomes sublime.
It reminds me too, of a passage I saw in Revelations: “A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head” (Rev 12:1). I’m not sure what it means, but it sounds like she gave birth to the redeemer (Jesus) so I assume it means Mary. Which makes me remember: even though Mary had a mortal life and existence, she also has an awesome form, clothed in the sun.
Jesus, too, appears glorified in Revelation. On Earth, he didn’t seem attractive, but his form in heaven is amazing: “His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters” (Rev. 1:15).
Even though Jesus and Mary might not have seemed impressive, Revelation shows a great reality beyond what we can see. In the same way, poetry and stories reveal the beauty in ordinary things.
Next time you see something common, ask: what is its story?