THE NEAR-PERFECT DAY
A nearly perfect day in May--
A canopy of powder blue,
Fresh-grown greens of every hue,
Fragrant blossoms by the way,
Warbling birds on fence and trees,
And rippling streams heard o'er the lea
Hold happy hands and whisper "stay."
"Remain here with us, let the sun
Contentment, joy and peace begin."
They seek us out; they draw us in.
The circling arc of work begun
With April buds and gentle rain,
Brings hope for Life - refreshed again
In kinship with the Risen Son
Immersed in beauty so serene;
Touched by the grace of Holy Hands,
A soul will soar to distant lands;
A glimpse of Heaven may be seen;
A heart will find its way and throng
With saints before the Son-lit throne,
To sing His praise with the redeemed.
No perfect day will mortals gain
E'en in the beauty that surrounds
These seamless times of wonder found
When seasons change. Yet there remains
God's perfect day, perfect design
When joy eternal will ascend
In perfect life that never ends.
5/20/12
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