Summer Day 3-22-09

There is nothing more fine on a warm summer day
than laying in grasses of clover and hay,
where breezes make music through all of the trees,
and birds do their singing among all the leaves.

A butterfly zig-zagged hither and yon

busily flapping as I looked on.
My eyes raised up at the vastness of space.
I wondered what God thought of His human race.

Soaking up comfort in all that I saw,
lying there silent, in skeptical awe -

pouring His beauty in nature below,

how did God start it so long, long ago?

He continues to bless us year after year -

why does He love us? It isn't clear.

God did create us - all different kinds,

so what does He look for in all of our minds?

My horse wandered over and nuzzeled my head.

He wanted me up in the saddle instead.

I sat on his back, took a minute or two -

and pondered the question, searched for a clue.

As I kicked his haunches I knew as I grinned

that he would obey as I leaned to the wind.

He faithfully galloped with all of his might -
the answer revealed as I rode out of sight.

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