My, My, How Blessed We Are...

No matter where we look, nature is in full-spill mode these days...

Wonder is a daily surprise

Nature, a treasure jar

Of seasons spilled beneath Time's skies

'My, my, how blessed we are'

Nothing we do or say can change

The will of nature's way

No sweep of hand can rearrange

The order of Today

The matrix of love's give-and-take

Of sun and moon and star

Bestows to us the loaf we break

'My, my, how blessed we are' 

Then, lest we are distracted by

That which we cannot see

Let us repent and satisfy

Time with humility

...and wonder at the glad surprise

In nature's treasure jar

Trusting its Giver with our cries,

'My. my, how blessed we are'

Janet~

 The earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
 For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods.
Psalms 24: 1-2