poem a little light relief ....
there's glory in the little things,
the day to day ,to day
the gardens which we cultivate .
the weeds along the way.
there's soothing comfort brewed inside
a hot and steaming mug,
a world of welcome in a smile
and a healing hug .
and so it seems no matter
the where ,the when,the how,
if hearts and minds are open
we will find a bit of wow!
when dawn peeps shyly through the dark
well,there,right there,is hope,
while spring,arms filled with primroses ,
will help the world to cope.
there's joy in musicsoaring high
from tiny,feathered throats,
to celebrate creation with divinely gifted notes.
thus ,throughout all ages
the same refrain rings true,
it's all the lovely little things
that light and guide us through.