Mary E. Adair
There are days when the sky is so blue
That it hurts to gaze there too long,
And nights that the stars are so close
That you ache to burst into song.
When all has been shared for our joy
The loveliness, the bounty, the immensity
Of mountains, and forests and oceans -
Your heart throbs with all the intensity.
So we give thanks in our very own way
No one needs to explain to us how
We are grateful for every iota we see
And more we've not seen up to now
But contentment rises to grace our thought
And laughter often ripples from inside
There's so much of blessings despite any hurt
That I plan to stay around for the ride.
©August 31, 2009 Mary E. Adair
Click on author's byline for bio and list of
other works published by Pencil Stubs