| Thankfulness … I have walked through golden meadows; Plucked the petals from the blooms. I have talked with spirit shadows, Waltzed on through those darkened rooms. I have breeched the laws of silence, Made to still, what God has taught! I beseeched to end the violence, With a will to love what’s wrought. We have met, in dream-like trances. Sailed beyond to foreign shores. I have kept on taking chances, Closing windows; opening doors. Not one sight was lost in waking, Come the sunshine or the rain. Not one night was lost in taking, What the heavens brought again. There’s no need to keep statistics, All’s recorded in the heart. Took the lead, from what was mystic, And symbolic from the start. As I stroll down memory lane, And scan the road for what’s ahead! I’ll pay the toll for what was gained, Then thank the Lord, that I’m not dead … Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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