“Others brightly outshine me, and rapidly outrun me.
I will rejoice in that, and neither envy their fruitfulness,
nor be alarmed because of my comparative leanness.
My origin is as divine, and venerable, and holy as theirs,
and my foundation is unmovable.
Much more luxuriant branches may spread themselves at my side,
but we have all one root.”
(Crumbs for the Little Ones)