Little Ordinary Things

It's the little ordinary things,

That we often overlook,

A tangled rose along our way,

A guilded, singing brook,

A bluebird flitting through the trees,

A humming bird in flight,

A gentle cow munching grass,

A burst of stars in a velvet night.

A stained-glass sunrise,

In the hush of early dawn,

Majestic mountain ramparts,

A mother deer and baby fawn.

A rainbow arched in splendid hue,

On a stormy, summer day,

Until the sun comes streaming through,

And warm breezes blow the clouds away.

So many little ordinary things,

That we miss unless we are aware,

That we are loved and gifted,

In God's unceasing care.

~ Eva May Young ~

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2005 ( EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by Eva Young ]