Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Grace


I thank you for this life,
To experience a chance,
To feel the hidden wonders,
At more than just a glance.

I thank you for this body,
Enclosed this beating heart,
In rhythm with the universe,
Till ending from the start.

I thank you for this endless soul,
Who’s traveled back through time,
And now this present moment,
Many more still left to climb.

I thank you for this Mother Earth,
Who nurtures us with care,
Her beauty for all eyes to see,
Take time to smell her air.

I thank you for another day,
To breathe another breath,
Sacred is this mortal life,
Every moment until death.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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Appreciating the simple things is usually ignored until we hear the word terminal.

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