A Prayer – author unknown For the joy of summer sunrise and refreshing drops of rain We are thankful For the gift of each new morning and the chance to try again We are thankful For a child who smiles like sunshine and whose cuddles conquer pain We are thankful For life’s harmonies and discords, for life’s comforts and its strain We are thankful For this child who brings fresh feelings and new reasons for each day We are thankful For her eyes that speak with meaning and mere words cannot convey We are thankful For the hours and the minutes and the seconds of each day For smiles and warming handshakes when they don’t know what to say For the strength of love here present – may it never, never fade away We are thankful!
Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me. HOPEBy: Sri Chinmoy Hope abides; therefore I abide. |
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