Oceans of Blessings

Little Beauties.

Blessings

He has

Given.

Everywhere, but untouched.

Obvious, yet unseen.

Screaming, still unheard.

~

A tiny berry.

One of the first.

Hangs alone in the cold.

Rain falls, pours.

Then the tumble ceases.

One droplet clings to this berry.

It doesn’t fall to be absorbed by the soil,

It hangs on.

It is beautiful.

A blessing

A thick bush.

Always green, all year.

Brightens the side of the house.

It too, is held captive.

Thousands of tiny drops grip tightly.

Startling against the dark,

They reflect the light.

Like diamonds.

It is beautiful.

A blessing.

A crooked tree.

Bare of its décor.

Stripped, wet in the bleak.

Changed in the rain, colors shine.

Bark and moss become a blaze of

Aged density sprinkled with

Bright flecks.

Hues of life.

It is beautiful.

A blessing.

A little lady.

Clad in thick warmth.

Hair uncombed.

Playing little mother with a doll.

Rain boots and well-loved swings.

Soft sighs and smiles.

A murmured song.

Innocence embodied.

It is beautiful.

A blessing.

A small boy.

Aglow with the cold.

A warrior.

Swinging a wooden sword.

Blue eyes and

Hot chocolate smudges on a

Pale, determined face.

Tomorrow’s man.

It is beautiful.

A blessing.

~

So small.

Yet, so strong.

As quiet as a whisper.

But more fierce than the sea.

A wild, storming

Ocean of

Beautiful

Blessings.

If I could but

Stop and

See.

Perhaps I would

Thank Him

More often.

If I could but

Hear and

Know.

Maybe I could

Live with

Wonder in my

Eyes and

Praise on my

Lips.

Great things He has done.

Indeed.

He is Wonderful.

Thank you, Lord.

Amen, and amen.