Choosing Thankfulness

How sad to think that I would miss

The halo of fair morning’s mirth

Or raindrop’s silver-spangled kiss

Slipping from heaven down to earth

Or laughter of a little child

Reminding us that hope remains

Or else, the night wind, keen and wild

A wanderer on charcoal plains

How sad to think I would not see

The gladsome beauty of the hour

Nature’s soulful intimacy

As it relinquishes its flower

The smiles that greet me as I pass

Love’s gifts that pour in mute free-fall

Diamond of dew on every grass

The sense of God beneath it all

How sad to forfeit heaven’s best

Thirsting for Things beyond my need

How futile were my every quest

Beneath the rod of wanton greed

And while the hand of Love imbues

Our numbered days with boundless grace

How sad if I should turn and choose

The gods of dust to take His place

How sad to think that I would take

The coldness of material gain

Rather than a sincere handshake

Or mercy’s Presence in my pain

How pitiful my morbid state

If I should journey to my grave

Wasting away beneath the weight

Wishing for things I did not have

© Janet Martin

Thank-you Scott, for the reminding us of what is truly important.

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever. Ps. 107:1