Newborn day breaks over the land
And sends its rays of warmth to fan
The chilling blanket of grey night
While sunbeams put shadows to flight
All Gods creatures small and great
Pause to muse their daily fate
As early risers look to eat
Some late sleeper for a treat
A rabbit stirred from his repose
Bleary eyed and wiggly nosed
Escapes the rapture of his den
Propped on hind legs in the wind
Bowing lowly to the ground
For grace to live the day he’s found
As it was imparted him
More precious than the rarest gem
For all Gods creatures great and small
Are attentive to His beck and call
For nature’s children, even wild
Live God’s plan though meek and mild
And so should we as each day’s given
Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.
We should treat each day as a gem to be treasured I think…
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Wonderful poem. All God’s creatures great and small…I have always loved the imagery that provides.
Thanks Rod
A precious day for gratitude for all creatures great and small ~ Thanks for joining us Walter ~
Thank you all, Grace. Y’all are swell folks!
How beautiful. I was drawn to this painting, as well.
Thanks Whimsy, it is a lovely setting. Lillian had a great interpretation of the painting as well
“For nature’s children, even wild
Live God’s plan though meek and mild
And so should we as each day’s given
Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.”
Amen, brother.
Last night, we were caught in a flood and lightning struck nearby. I told my husband I thought Jesus might have just come back, landing right in the middle of the parking lot — and I’m in prime position to get left behind.
Lightning can shake me up pretty quick. Don’t think I’d be brave there either:)
“For grace to live the day he’s found”
A humble and mighty prayer!
Thanks Learner. I need all I can get
Me too. Me too! 😊
This adapts to the British program very well, but mostly it sounds like a hymn praising the sunny new day and collectively all the nature within one’s view..lovely poem.
Thanks Kathy, it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
My little heart of stone went all soft and tender.
Well, Bless your heart!
“For nature’s children, even wild / Live God’s plan…” few understand this, fewer believe until forced to…beautiful…
Yes, if we lived like they do, one day at a time, we’d all be much better off
We are all creatures no matter how big or small, the last two lines a reminder to live for today.
And so should we as each day’s given
Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.
Bless you Truedessa!
Your rhyme scheme is delicious & the poem so lithe & lyrical. It fits right in with the songs of “hope” the chorus of poets seem to be harmonizing about/to–all together now, 1,2,3, let’s give peace a chance, for all we need is love & a poet’s pen to turn the fascist faces back toward sanity, right? I like the lines /as early risers look to eat/some late sleepers for a treat/.
Oh I am smiling — at so many points in this poem. Love some of the imagery here and the rhyme and rhythm is delightful. From early risers looking for the late risers, to the wriggle nose….and yes…all God’s creatures wake to a new day…….thankful for every day.
Thanks Lillian, I like the early risers too. Don’t pay to sleep in
Beautiful flow of rhyme and I am passionate about your message. I believe the world would change significantly if we looked at life and nature in it’s purity and simplicity. Many lessons can be learned.
For sure Mish, get up early or you may be an entree on today’s menu 😣
A good sobering reminder in those last two lines, but also so much to be reminded of about the beauty of earth/creatures in the other lines as well 🙂
It’s a wonderful world, runs right on time too!
Hear, hear~! 🙂
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This is so very true. We need to be grateful for everything and live like there’s no tomorrow. You never know when it’s going to be your last day. Brilliantly put, Walter 🙂
Thanks NJ. It’s true, tomorrow is borrowed time
Both a prayer and a call to prayer. Lovely! I love your description of the rabbit: Bleary eyed and wiggly nosed. 🙂
Thanks Bryan. He gets eaten later on 🙂
lol.
Nice meter and rhyme and good advice.
Thanks Frank. I appreciate your realization. Tomorrow’s not mine till I get there.