Thank you, God, for the breeze that blows
that caresses my face and around me flows
For the carpet of flowers that fallen lies
And for the soft peaks of floating dreams in the skies
Thank you, God, for eyes that see
And let me in awe be
of each fluttering leaf and each bent bough, that in the garden grows,
And for these feathered angels that watch me walk- the pigeons and the crows.
Thank you, God, for ears that hear
The melody of the birdsong,distant and yet so clear
The cawing, the chirping
The tweeting and chattering.
Thank you, God, for this beating heart
And another start
And for the love I feel, in and around
It's in the air, free and unbound
Thank you for every breath that warms my bone
And the sun that rises, tells me I'm not alone
Thank you God for
All this and more
It's a bright, sunny, Sunday morning after two months of rain. As I stepped out today for a walk, a gentle breeze welcomed me- soft on my face and neck and I thought,'Thank you,God.'
This poem wrote itself out during the walk. I hope you enjoyed reading it. This is my mantra for October- 'To be grateful'. What's yours?
Have a wonderful Sunday!
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