Prism.


I wonder sometimes

What are blessings?

I then thought of wheel chair and handicaps

I looked at myself

And smiled

I got my answer

I wonder sometimes

What is Pride?

Then I thought of President Bush

I peeked over my small world

And beamed

I got my answer

I wonder sometimes

What is hope?

I then thought of barren land and rain

I glanced at my dinner table

And thanked

I got my answer

I wonder sometimes

What is destination?

Then I thought of Heaven

I searched for my soul

And prayed

I smiled and thanked again

I got my answer

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