Simple Ways
I woke one day as I recall,
years back in time but not in mind.
The reason I know not at all,
but felt I there and humbled knew,
for peace distilled as morning dew -
life is a gift indeed.
Then from that morn
the years have passed,
whilst way to way filled up the day
and brought me where I stand at last -
worn thin of wear and weak of will.
Yet in my mind the memory still
stirs deep inside my soul.
That life is yet a gift indeed,
with open wings
and wondrous things.
Free to the soul who takes not speed,
but rather stands with thankful heart
and from the simple won’t depart
but holds to what is free.
So, now I pause when I awake
with mind that I shall pray and try
to never want nor granted take,
but rather live in simple ways
and cherish what each blessed day...
I’m given holds in store.
