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.
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