I see the patterns on the wall
Of where the rays of sun do fall
Tis only with a mild constraint
One thinks about the fading paint
But rather all the joy we find
When sunlight flickers through the mind
And raises spirits sometimes lost
To heights without a greater cost !
Each morn the sun shines from the east
Creating morning’s sunshine feast
You’ll view it coming down the street
Moving as though on turtle feet.
At last arriving at the door
The windows bathed in sun galore
To flood the room with so much bright
That some are blinded by the sight.
Pure yellow midst each sunlight’s glow
And magnified as it will show
The colors spread all through the space
A part of God’s amazing Grace !
There is this need I have to share
My joy, my love with those who care
My heart is full, impelled to say
God in His beauty crowns each day.
The sun that’s rising overhead
Now spreads his rays across my bed
His fingers skim my window pane
And cause my life to sing again !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 