I Love You, Friday

I Love You, Friday This is one of God’s exquisite days, Like a spilled bag of twinkling pastel jewels, A sweet breeze as if from a child blowing bubbles, The songs of many birds trilling their wonder. The fresh scent of summer grass newly mowed, Flowers reaching, smiling at a winking sun. Baby cotton clouds floating, drifting to and fro, Sifting heaven’s perfumes upon His earth. In the distance a cheerful canine's bark is heard, As if thanking our Lord for his gifted bone, And I, with my swelling heart of gratitude, Enjoy a book – on my deck – at my home.