Everyday I see them,

these blessings in my life;

little things that matter,

that end my pain and strife.

One by one I count them,

small miracles of time;

warmth and love and happiness,

things that are not mine.

For we all do share them,

these miracles of hope;

little bits of heaven sent,

to simply help us cope.

They happen in the winter,

when the wind can blow so cold;

as if the icy breezes try,

to cleanse your weary soul.

In the summer’s heat they come,

with grass and trees that bloom;

little bits of happiness,

that seem to dispel doom.

And in the fall and springtime,

they bring you so much peace;

for these small miracles come,

and make your worries cease.

So enjoy them every moment,

as your life journeys on;

knowing these brief pleasures;

will bring the peace e’er long.

bigpapadan