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Bagatelle


A cloud to God is such a little thing:
A puff of dust by careless angels stirred
And left curled up beneath the celestial chair
On which He sits to watch this puppet show,
This toy of His creation-call it World
Or what you will-go on 'till He is tired
Of all its futile dawdlings; then beneath
His chair, where dust enshrouds it, lets it lie
Forgotten while the greater pageantry
Of Sky and Time and Space delights His eye!
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To God a cloud is such a little thing!

Written by Esther Popel (1896-1958)

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