Blessed
Here am I, watching, as the rest
of the world goes by.
Here, I've learned to be my own
friend, and friend to the earth and the sky.
Here, in my garden that I love
- just a tiny piece of this earth
That was loaned to me to help create
and keep it at its worth.
Here is where my lonely heart finds
peace and inner strength
To carry me through the storms
of life that seem, at times, of great length.
In winter's quiet I stitch and
quilt and maybe I will write;
Words are winter flowers I can
plant to my delight.
As people hurry here and there
- no time to see me here,
I wonder if they ever see the blessings
I hold dear.
Here am I watching, colourful sunsets
on high,
Blessed with what life is all about,
as the rest of the world goes by.
Joan Adams Burchell
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