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11-21-2004, 04:58 PM #1
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Each day, upon my daily round,
I find myself on holy ground-
The morning glories on my fence
Inspire quiet reverence.
Just one small, tender seedling grew,
And now, this miracle in blue,
A robin in the apple tree
Sings out his glad doxology.
I hear the pure,unsullied jou
Of laughter from a little boy;
I bow before the firm belief
and faith of one who lives with grief;
I watch a jet plane skim the skies
And marvel at man's enterprise;
I look upon a field of wheat
And thank God for the bread we ear;
On low-bowed heads of flower and grain.
A friend drops in , a neighbor calls,
The lamps arelit, night gently falls;
Contentment settles with the sun
In labors of the day well done.
So many little altars there,
So many simple calls to prayer,
So many reasons for thanksgiving-
The scaraments of daily living.
~~Helen Lowrie Marshall
11-21-2004, 10:05 PM #2
This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing it with us!
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