A Never-Ending Poem

Statue at Maria's House in St. Augustine

I started this poem many years ago, lost it, then rediscovered it a few days ago.

This morning I added to it, and I shall add to it throughout my life...a never-ending poem of gratitude.

Inspired by these words:

"Call a man ungrateful and you can call him no worse."

Matthew Henry

A Never-Ending Poem of Gratitude

Perhaps it may seem small to some,

This life I that I am living,

But God and Time have blessed me with
These reasons for thanksgiving.
And if it's just minutiae

To any eyes but mine,

I'll gather here what I hold dear,

Preserving, line by line,

Little shafts of splendor

That have lit my world a while ~

My husband's glance across a room;

My grandchild's four-toothed smile.

The soft eyes of a cocker

That reflect the bond we share;

The dance of waves upon the shore

That holds me captive there.

Old photographs of loved ones

That negate the fleeting years;

A poem that captures loveliness

Before it disappears.

A pair of humble feet adorned

With lace-like seaside foam;

Hearing Allen's truck pull in ~

God brought him safely home.

Smelling Carla's homemade bread,

Then drenching it in butter;

Knowing God will hear the prayers

A broken heart may utter.

Stars that shine above me 

On a clear and silent night;

Forgiveness from another

That sets our world aright.

New bookstores and old bookstores

With human thought aflame;

Rocking chairs that ease the cares

Of any human frame.

Having a Bible of my own,

Penned by the heart of God;

Having someone read my poems

And not think I'm so odd.

Reading a book while snuggled up

In the span of an old armchair;

Sitting alone on a weathered porch

And finding God is there.

Living to see another Spring

When all the world's abloom;

The "oldies" shared with Allen 

As we dance across the room.

The gift of a letter from a friend,

Erasing  years and miles;

A small child's open-heartedness

That charms me and beguiles.

Butterflies and lightning bugs

Darting through the air;

Knowing someone cared enough

To hold me up in prayer.

(to be continued, of course!)