There are a variety of gifts but always the same spirit.
There are all sorts of service to be done.
We worry that our gifts are without merit.
Perhaps we should be happy that for one brief moment we may shine.

Can we remember those words?
One body, many parts.
Even the tiniest has a role, a small lever lifts heavy loads.
We really wouldn’t do so well if it departs.

I am hopeless at any foreign language.
They pummelled me with French from a baby.
And still I am not fluent and in Italian not at all, how can I then manage.
But does it matter that this tongue of fire has not descended on me, maybe.

We are not heroes, we are not given the disciples’ spiritual fitness.
But in some small and insignificant inadequate way we can just witness.