Celestial bodies in the sky
All flash and wink in passing by
I wonder if they query why
No other objects fly so high !
Celestial bodies in the sky
All flash and wink in passing by
I wonder if they query why
No other objects fly so high !
What’s that I hear upon my roof
Loud raindrops or a reindeer hoof
T’would be a very great mistake
If I some foolish error make.
There was a time that I recall
His bells were jingling in the hall
But that was oh, so long ago
How old was I, bout five or so.
I spied the bells there on the floor
Outside of the old hallway door
Yet never caught a glimpse of him
Or of his jolly hairy chin.
I’m sure that he is very wise
Politely keeping his disguise
Perhaps next year we two may meet
If I am here still on my feet !
An icy sleet covers the ground
There’s no safe footing to be found
The winter’s menu slowly grows
Extending to some heavy snows
Alas this season seems to be
Arriving inconveniently !
We little know or can surmise
What fate will bring or life surprise
Each day begins with a clean slate
That offers chance upon its plate.
A new beginning one and all
The chips of life await the call
But who will win or who will lose
I do not know who gets to choose.
Enough to say I cannot bear
Too many times life is not fair !
Sometimes I wake when it is dark
And lie abed with vision stark
I hear the creak each structure makes
As wind and rain the silence breaks !
I note how trees do bend and sway
It seems that dawn is on her way
The day begins its morning song
As silent we will join the throng !
The senses soon repeat the flow
Who knows where each new day will go
Because today may bring surprise
God hear my prayers before I rise !
A bandana tied with simple knot
A small bouquet of forget-me-not
A beach blanket set upon the grass
Napkins, utensils and plastic glass !
What do we have here before our eyes
I think it could be picnic surprise
Oh, how romantic and ever sweet
What secret treats and what will we eat ?
I see a basket next to the tree
Must be luncheon meant for you and me
Is that bottled bubbly I can spy
To celebrate the Fourth of July !
I looked outside into the sky
And in the west there shone this eye
So round and full and bright and white
Set in blue sky mid morning light.
I find it strange the two should meet
Like passing strangers on a street
I think that God employs surprise
Morning magic as we arise !
How much more ere we each depart
Will He reveal to trusting heart
To prove to us omnipotence
Is His alone in every sense ?