A Rarity
It is one of God's own treasures
And is presented unto me
In a frame of golden sunshine
On a sea of tranquility.
This day is worth the living through
The other three sixty and four.
It's accompanied with a promise,
He will someday, be sending more.
Forgive me please, for lamenting
When skies were dreary, dark and gray.
They were part of the formula
That created this special day.
I'm glad it comes infrequently,
This unique day and its pleasures.
I recognize its summer dress.
It is one of God's own treasures.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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