I have been to a place where I
thought life had taken all my joy.
I�d made so many mistakes, and bad choices,
I thought it was over and done,
hardly worth the trouble to go on.
Then down in my self pitying darkness
I started to notice small things...
a flower growing in the crack of a sidewalk,
the warmth of the sun on my face,
the rhythm of just walking,
and the satisfaction tired muscles can bring.
Humble things maybe,
but they were the beginning for me
of turning my life over
to examine it in a different way .
Now my life is so full,
and I have so much;
love, and laughter, family and friends,
small joys and great treasures,
more than I ever dreamed.
But I thank God for the small things
that in the depths of the blackness
gently took my hand and led me to the light,
to find life worth living again.
In the restful silence
at the end of the day,
I find it.
Among the rustling trees
lit with dancing shafts of golden light
I feel it�s gentle glow.
As I walk beside the ocean�s
ceaseless rhythmic murmurings
I hear it�s quiet voice.
Like a sleeping cat
upon my lap
it creeps into my heart.
In the tender smile of
my child, and
his trusting, loving heart
it is reflected back to me.
Peace is there
in the small things
like flecks of gold
among the dross
of an ordinary day.
