A little deviation from the usual...a poem inspired by
the events of the day
I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart;
I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
Psalm 9:1
I
am grateful for…
summer
mornings
my
father who still drives at 83
he
picked me up at 8ish
and
drove me to the auto repair shop
the
repair only cost $86
a
detour on the way home
the
lovely road that wound through lush fields
leading
me to the quiet shore
the
river’s tongue lapping the sand
a
fishermen’s wharf beckoning my feet
lavender
wildflowers lining a field of beans
a
doe missing my car when she leapt from the corn
a
pause at the post office with a wide front porch,
an
inviting rocker,
and
hours that don’t start till noon
the
rhythm of the road’s twists and turns
and
ups and downs that lulled my spirit
all
these reminders
that
when I came to the crossing of Hurry Road
I
drove on through
because
I wasn’t.
Dear Father, thank You for Your bountiful blessings and for
reminding me to slow down enough to notice. May I be forever grateful. Amen.
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What will you do when you come to the crossing? |
