The Blessings of the Day

When was the last time you felt blessed, By birth, by God, by an old friend Acquaintance who a slight confessed, By sun appearing after storm’s rage, By rainbow’s heralding new norm’s page By stars appearing at day’s end. The workings of our government That labors mightily for all Returning much more than we’ve spent, By friend who managed to recover, By passing fancy, now your lover, By childhood song that you recall. You shepherd us to pastures green And gift us all our sovereign days With watchful eye of peregrine, White clouds that offer earth a shower Though blooms may last only an hour These blessings all deserve our praise. Brian Johnston March 27, 2015