This morning as I made my bed, I got to rhyming in my head
It’s rare for me to think this way, but somehow this morning started in a different way.
The sun was shining on the leaves, as they fluttered aimlessly in the breeze
I thought about the day before, when every aspect in physical body seemed like a chore.
Evening is when company came, and the routine was much the same
Sit in the middle recliner chair, head twisting left and right in the air…
Trying to follow along with no success, it didn’t help my mental helplessness.
After a cup of evening tea, I excused myself to be with just me
And stay awake, dismissing all thoughts of what’s physically at stake.
With nose in book, compliments of my Nook.
Tired eyes finally shut for the night, like the outside darkened skies.
So what changed in my slumbering, that made this day more worth remembering?
It certainly was not any easier, and that should be no brain teaser
I was still clumsy and in times a bit grumpy, yet was loved all the same…
The action verb for this word, kindness is its name
I do not have to earn or give in return, but as tomorrow comes
I’ll remember the night, the sun and leaves in the breeze, the kindness shown in Love…
See above my low and helpless state, fully appreciate
The day, the moment, my grey and veiled eyes flutter open…
Try singing instead of grumbling,
Because the Greatest Kindness, my Jesus has shown, and His grace and mercy my heart has made its own.
A reason for living, in kindness, in giving.