For Happiness Hunters

The above photo is yesterday's sky...today wears somber gray

I had a disquiet in my contentment-scale this morning;
September seemed such a busy blur of...
ah, yes.
Blessing.

Time's seasoned quest for happiness

Methinks is found in thankfulness

There is no Stuff that love can find

To satisfy the heart and mind

But as we count our mercies, oh

Our happiness is sure to grow

Sometimes it seems thought sets a snare

And we forget how blessed we are

The cry of what we think we lack

Can throw our happiness off track

But, if we count our blessings here

Our wants begin to disappear

Life’s lot of joy and sorrowing

Is fraught with beg and borrowing

‘Though much is taken much abides’

And we, not circumstance decides

The measure of a happiness

That only thankful hearts possess

Earth’s war of hurt is never won

Until our spar with dirt is done

But life is kinder if we believe

‘It is more blessed to give than receive’

 Thus, in giving thanks we will find

Happiness for heart and soul and mind

© Janet Martin

The measure whereby we give

Is the measure whereby we live~