I rise and thank the day, Your
reminding me of necessary Being.
Or take my life-long friend, in her Iím seeing
the joy of You which every spirit, lifts.
And othersí loving efforts speak; and song
reports a beauty not entirely its own
and sorrow reaches out, is not alone
assumes a Listener to whom we belong.
Yes, itís true that grace is
that every single thing awakes a ghost;
things visible, to spirit lift a toast;
the inner eye, perceives that You are there.
This plethora of gifts which me
suggest how You, the Deity, abound.