THE OTHER MORNING
Early the other morning I lay wide wake,
Cozy in my bed and my blessing did take
One by one and smiled, then I heard the loon,
A blessing that I’d forgotten such a great boon.
The sun had not yet risen, but morning came
With the colours bight and fresh to claim
The start of the sun’s ride across her course
Of another day, and new life willingly endorse.
Seeing each blessing brightened up a rainy day,
For even cold showers need oft to come our way,
Sorrow and suffering are blessings in disguise,
Enables us to claim, one day, a heavenly prize.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 19 August 2005