SATURDAY, JUNE 16, 2007 09:06 AM, CDT |
SONNET TO MORNING Let me unwrap the gift of this new day And view its contents as an innocent child Accept the world: with eyes that see the way To sun beyond dark clouds, where skies are mild; With voice that lifts in prayer, as birds praise dawn; With hands that touch each miracle, in aw Of budding leaves or flowers on a lawn Or furry friends with hoof and horn and paw. Lead me along a path where I will find In all the precious hours that stretch before, The chance to help, to listen, to be kind; To heal the wounds that make the world heartsore. Oh, let me fill each second so that I May greet the day with an appreciative eye. Sheila Forsyth |
Friday, November 2, 2007
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