If We Look, Look

Above page from Anne of Windy Poplars

If we look, look, right where we are

And count the beauty that we see

The sky all polka-dot with stars

The morning’s quiet victory

The thrum of rain-drops on the roof

The clouds billowed on blue above

If we look, look we will find proof

That life is full of goodness, love

If we are weighed with daily care

And struggle through each day to day

Consumed with burdens we must bear

How much we miss along the way

Summer’s wild-flower thoroughfare

That runs its rivers through the fence

The rainbow-tinsel-colored air

Of childish laughter; innocence

Of dusk that does not seal our fate

But simply closes a small door

Of love, that never fills our plate

But always leaves us wanting more

Of smiles that gentle every face

Of hope in spite of heartache, yes

Of forgive-and-forgetting grace

That fills the heart with happiness

If we look, look, right where we are

And count the blessings that we see

And remember, God is not far

Nor ever forgets you or me

Then, if we look with thankful eyes

Past all the troubles we have had

Then it should come as no surprise

We find kind reasons to be glad

© Janet Martin

 A Glimpse at my yesterday-gladness:)

Little girl in big, green sun-hat constantly asking 'what I do now?'

so we went tomato-picking

 Her sweet, sweet sister, a lisping 6 yr. old chatter-box, waiting for new front teeth

and rain! glorious, glorious much needed rain!