One Day At A Time

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One Day At A Time

 

 

One Day At A Time

 

At sunrise a gift I see  --

A golden sun beams across the sky  --

To clear away the shadows of the night  --

I only have the hours of this day

To share, to give, and to rejoice

In all that life has to offer  --

I will gladly rise to view

The beauty of this glorious new day  --

I will go about and live my life

As God has so ordained  --

With pleasure I hold each moment

As a treasured trust from God…

I may go fishing  -- 

I think I might

Because great pleasure this does give

To this soul who loves the lazy river  --

I sit and hold my cane

And wait for a jiggle of my line

As thoughts of peace and joy

Fill this soul of mine…

Today I will walk with my grandson

And view the meadow fair  --

I will smell the earth and rain

And see birds on wing in air  --

We will view a flowing stream

Rushing on its way

To roaring oceans far away  --

I will hold my grandson’s hand

And tenderly remember the joys

Of life I have known  --

I feel pleasure of company of my heir

Within the time I have

No one can know the joy I have  --

Nor add to, nor take away  --

For all I have is from God

And I praise Him for all I survey…

I find the greatest joy

In the simple things of life  --

I smile and walk and sing inside

And give of who I am  --

Each day I find that all I have

Is so much to be thankful for

That no way can I ever tell the Lord

How much I am thankful for  --

The life I have lived, the love I have shared

And the glory of God’s creation

Surpass my every desire  --

It may seem that I will not have a long

And fruitful life

Based on all I have been told  --

But no one can tell me the plan of God  --

So on this journey I go  --

Great joy I have known in my wife

My family, my friends  --

No one can know how I praise the Lord

For all the happiness I have known…

At night I close my eyes

And this day is no more

But in the end if I had to choose

I would wake tomorrow and do it again…©

 

Juanita Pittman-Brown

2009

 

 

 

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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