Thinking 2015
The horrors
The misery
The killings
The storms
The strife
I look out the window toward the hills
See sun shining
See tree leaves blowing
See flowers blooming
I
then right myself for morning breakfast
And feel I must serve
The unfortunate
The weak
Those going astray
I
then feel my blessings
And thank God for all of them
Each and every day…
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