Mom's Poem
© by Gwenderlin Mary Home

When I wake up at morn and see the sun
The sound of nesting birds beneath the eaves
The scent of roses through the open door
I think of god

The sight of children playing on the shore
Building their castles out of sand
Collecting sea shells in their plastic pails
I think of god

Whenever i go journeying through Wales
And see the mountain towering above
The valley and the mountain stream below
I think of god

The sound of music on the organ played
Sending vibrating echoes through the church
The candles on the alter all alight
I think of god

And when at last the sun has gone to rest
The weary world preparing for the night
For all the blessings that i have received
I thank my god


Submitted by Yvonne

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