RICHES

My soul is at peace on this Saturday morn,
The riches I own no other can feel.
As I gaze from the loft of my beach side shack
My daughter and friends are sleeping in peace.
My wonderful man chopping wood for our hearth,
To warm up our souls as the ocean winds blow.

My faithful friend Lucky close by my side,
His keen ears a beacon to keep our home safe.

The riches we own are not of this world,
They're not in the bean pot that's three days old,
They're not in our car that can't make the grade,

They're not from the minimum pay that we make,
That barely adds beans to the pot on the hearth.

The riches we know come from love that we share,
From the beauty of nature, from the beauty of soul.
Pleasure from viewing a sleeping child's face,
The warmth from the fire, the smell of the beans,
The strong arms around me, my dog by my side.

To know that the winds from the ocean will bring
A breath of fresh air, a light mist of rain,
A promise of knowing we're rich from within,
That each life hereafter we'll still be together,
The richness of souls finding beauty within.

Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1995

The beauty and peace of falling water.
A richness of life.

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