by Karen L. Oberst
This poem came from a project we did at Klamath Falls Friends. We were to take pictures or do some writing that reminded us of what we call Quaker SPICE. The letters stand for:
Simplicity
Peacemaking
Integrity
Community
Equality
which are some of our Quaker distinctives. Obviously this poem speaks to simplicity, and concerns my work at the library, opening boxes of books.
Small Plain Box
I took the books out of the box
Flipped it over to break it down.
On the bottom it said,
Small Plain Box.
How sad, I thought
For the container to bear
Only that description of itself.
Small Plain Box.
Sometimes I feel like that.
My friends seem much more
Colorful and noticed, and I'm a
Small Plain Box.
I go about my daily activities
Competent, quiet, unseen
Nothing flashy, nothing memorable, a
Small Plain Box.
But that box did its job.
Brought the books safely to us.
It didn't need to be flashy or pretty, that
Small Plain Box
I too can carry out my calling
I can do what needs to be done.
Even if no one notices. Content being a
Small Plain Box.