Blessings and Wonders
Small Wonders
I count the things…that still work right
While on my morning stroll
My eyes still see the morning light…
(Tho as seen from a deep dark hole)
My knees this morn are trying hard to please
Flexing without a plaint
Bearing my weight with ill-feigned ease
And creaks kept dim and faint
My hips move as if newly greased
Each stride a pure delight
The pain is gone...not merely eased
They got better…overnight
My fingers flex like fingers should
I can pick up things…and write
They’re not like gnarly sticks of wood
This morn they work just right
My eyes enjoyed this morn’s sunrise
Savored it with sensual delight
Op’ed wide in delighted surprise
After a night of full moonlight
My ears clearly hear the Sweet song of birds
Their early morning chatter
I can almost discern individual words
In their chirpy, peeping patter
And last, but not least
My often aching feet…
This morn the aches have ceased it seems
(so far)
It seems my brain has given my ol’ bod
A reprieve for just a bit
With perhaps a little help from God
I intend to fully enjoy it!
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2018
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