The Prize 1-31-10

I sat beside my window.
With all that I could see,
the wind was blowing brisky as
the sunlight fell on me.

I noticed younger children
outside that warm spring day -
they ran around in circles and
enjoyed their active play.

One boy - reached up for something -
invisible it seemed -
as he would run and jump up high,
still grabbing for his dream.

Now was he catching sunlight?
My face just simply grinned.
He seemed to have a reason for
his grasping at the wind.

Then stopped, he with his hands clasped.
He slowly peeked inside.
And then suspense - amazement heard,
"A butterfly!" he cried.

The bills we know are overdue,
an endless task it seems -
but life from children shine on me.
How futile are life's dreams.

I sit here in the sunlight,
on God's tremendous earth,
I soak in all its beauty and
find peace, therein its worth.

I know I grasped for other things,
I willed to 'get ahead'.
But now as years have passed me by
I've found the prize instead.

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http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Genesis 1: (KJV)
4 And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.

5 And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.

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.

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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