Reflection
Each in turn the days go by
with their wonders to be seen.
Throughout each day the changing sky
beckons reflection for the eye so keen.
Many are they who wander life's path
and never take the time
to reflect on the day except through wrath
so they deny such beauty sublime.
I tell you, grateful is the heart
that can see the smallest things
as gifts from a loving God
who desires your heart to sing.
Let His blessings grace your days on earth
and refuse vain murmuring and strife.
In this it is that you live your worth
and fulfill the days of your life.
Douglas L. Ace
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