February Seventeeth

WE HEAR that a friend is whole again
And we praise the gods that be.
We understand that love is with us
And we praise the gods that be.
We see the sunrise or the sunset
And we thank the gods that be for our sight.
We hear the ocean or the wind or a baby's laugh
And we praise the gods that be.

We touch a satin face with gentle fingers,
We taste a meal when we are hungry,
We smell a fragrant flower on a hot summer day
And we thank the gods that be.

Thank you.

-- by the blog author