A celebration of life
Is when your hearts involved.
When you can’t contain the joy going on inside of you
And maybe find yourself… shouting it all out-loud!
When you celebrate the skin you’re in
Even if it’s…. sagging…dry and frail.
To look at the glass…as half full
And not ever seeing… an empty pail.
For God has given you everything
From the minutes of day… to the air our lungs do breathe.
He provides us with a heart that beats
Or the one you wear… sometimes upon your sleeve.
Celebrate…be joyful and appreciative!
Of all you see and hear around.
For God is the force behind it all
He is what at the end of it all…. is found.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem