Days

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Days

Days, I’ve seen many; there are windy days that blow cold, hot, wet, freezing things at you. Some are days that are bitterly cold, some are fiery hot, and some that are just right. Others soak you to the bone; I never know how my day will be. In any case, there are sad days, when you can’t seem to smile, tears that fall unbidden and uncalled, and days that cause distress and seem to tear away any hope for sanity. Anger that seems to explode with its uncontrollable rage, those are days that can be overwhelming. Then again those days where everything is alright, sunny days filled with cool breezes, for those hot summer days that seem hard to bear. Days where my Heavenly Father paints the sky in shades of colors that brings me hope for a new day.  Days where the warmth of home comfort a weary soul from a cold winter day, days when loved ones arrive unaware, a days when a smile felt like a precious gift. Then the wonderful days when you can't help but feel that sense of a smile that just won’t go away. Days there are many however I will stay thankful Father in Heaven for you have made them all. So today I will thank you for all days good or bad, happy or sad even if they are hot or cold, windy or wet, days are days what will your day be?

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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