Anew Poem by dave lessard

The winds have swept the sky -
like a broom, that makes things clean;
the morning's fresh and bright -
the tips of mountains gleam.
A perfect summer morning -
sweeps my troubles out of view;
the world is made afresh
from the other one I knew.
A breeze is now caressing -
my brow, my face, my skin;
a shower of contentment
is washing me again.
Such times are always pleasant -
I give my Lord the praise;
thankful to be living
in the autumn of my days.
Thankful for the fine rewards
He places at my feet;
hopeful for a future life
upon His judgment seat.