In Gratitude... Poem by Frances Kay

I give thanks as I rise to begin a new day
Look out of my window and thanks to what may
Greet me or treat me in a gracious array -
Then I trust I’ll feel great, for what's underway
Shall meet me each step, of each days mystery play
Whether or not I, myself, do survey

So … happy or glum, I choose to obey
The grandest of visions I seek to portray
That each moment I create, a plan that’s half way
To embracing each second, minute, hour, the whole day
Because death may forestall my surmise and hold sway
Prevent me from rising, to greet that new day

I give thanks for my life and what some might say
Sees new meaning adorning, old patterns that hold - stay
Till I observe them up close - in the balance I weigh
Each side of a coin, so as to be fair should I stray
From the path I have carved that begins each new day
With a strategy that has, my illusions - surpassed clay