See the goodness in all things.
Hear the bird, the song it sings.
Smell the flower, touch the rose.
Pat a puppy on its nose.
All are ways to feel God’s love.
Gifts to you from up above.
The little moments when you stop.
And cherish all the gifts you’ve got.
It’s not the big things you acquire.
Of these things you will soon tire.
But the moments, quickly gone
That leave a mark and then move on.
He who stops to look and listen
Will see the treasures when they glisten.
He’ll feel a part of all that’s great
And know the joy that does await.
It’s hinted at in what you see—
These glimpses of divinity.
A taste of what is yet to come
When you will find that all is one.
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