Simple Ways

I woke one day as I recall, years back in time but not in mind. The reason I know not at all, but felt I there and humbled knew, for peace distilled as morning dew - life is a gift indeed. Then from that morn the years have passed, whilst way to way filled up the day and brought me where I stand at last - worn thin of wear and weak of will. Yet in my mind the memory still stirs deep inside my soul. That life is yet a gift indeed, with open wings and wondrous things. Free to the soul who takes not speed, but rather stands with thankful heart and from the simple won’t depart but holds to what is free. So, now I pause when I awake with mind that I shall pray and try to never want nor granted take, but rather live in simple ways and cherish what each blessed day… I’m given holds in store.