
ordinary days
filled with many small blessings
when we choose to see
ordinary days
filled with many small blessings
when we choose to see
the sun in winter
streaming through the south windows
oh those golden rays
Love unbearable
remains with those who say yes
rejoicing always
moving to a beat
that can’t be heard but is seen –
a bounce in his step
a brisk morning walk
every bird exclaiming
what a joyous day