In a world where so much can go wrong,
Will go wrong,
Often does,
It’s key to stop and oft
reflect
On blessings dwelling
ever near.
The quiet of the evening
breeze
That sweeps away the
sun-drenched day…
The blissful magic of
“three words”
To wash away the hurt and
pain…
The joyful laughter of a
child,
Life unspoiled,
Song unsung…
Yielding to sweet
slumbers' kiss,
A prayer to a departed
sun…
Days creep by before they
run
And we must heed the
piper’s call.
To be thankful…
To be truly thankful
Is the greatest blessing
of them all.
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