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Friday, October 30, 2015

Little Things


Little Things

That patch of skin, not in the shade,
Warmth on side of face.
Words cannot near the truth of it,
How rich I feel in Grace.

The little robin lyrics hidden,
Yet tells a joyous tale.
He hops about the garden
And up and down the vale.

Even the goldfish in the pond
Swims along merrily,
Not knowing how just being there,
 He lives and pleases me.

The gentle breeze to cool us down
Laughing children remove a frown.
All little things that if taken together
Bring peace to the soul, in any kind of weather.

1 comment :

Jacula said...

I quite agree. The small pleasures in life are often the best.