As Real As The Day Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

When Goodness in the heart we store
Gratitude flows like a stream,
For Hope grows wings that soar
To reach, to fulfill one's dream.

Limits pale when Joy shines forth
And its brightness swallows the bitter,
Being thankful each day, it just gives birth
To more chances at making Life better.

For the heart is a storage room
Of all that the future could be
Whether we face there sunshine or gloom
Our thoughts and speech, is Reality.

What we think of is what we soon become
What we say is what happens, that's true.
For words have power and it surely comes
As real as the day for me and you.

All rights reserved ~~~ Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~~12.27.13