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I woke one day as I recall

Years back in time

But not in mind

The reason I know not at all

But felt I there

And humbled knew

For peace distilled as morning dew

Life is a gift indeed



Then from that morn the years have passed

Whilst way to way

Filled up the day

And brought me where I stand at last

Worn thin of wear

And weak of will

Yet in my mind the memory still

Stirs deep inside my soul



That life is yet a gift indeed

With open wings

And wonderous things

Free to the soul who takes not speed

But rather stands

With thankful heart

And from the simple ne’re departs

But holds to what is free



Thus now I pause each morn I wake

With mind that I

Shall pray and try

To never want nor granted take

But rather live

In simple ways

And cherish what each blessed day

I’m given holds in store



…Jeff Bresee