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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