SUMMER DAYS

Soft Summer days are with us
sweet days of warmth and sun,
of trips and games and picnics
a little loafing too, for fun.

A time at last, to finally read
that book long on the shelf,
to do all the things so longed for
that are all of Summer’s wealth.

To putter in the garden
absorbing sun and breeze,
each action one of tender love
spent down upon our knees.

Oh the joy of tending
the works of God’s own hand,
and cherishing His creatures
cultivating all that is His plan.

The first order of each day will be
a prayer of thanks and praise,
to the one and only God of love
the Creator of our days.

For in all that is around me
I see His image there,
He gives us all our Summer days
His love’s for all to share.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 29, 1998