Daily BlessingsStone and clod Are but the constant thought And gift of God. The golden grain which bows As if in prayer Is just another sign He is everywhere. The smiling light a rainbow Gives through tears Is but His promise kept Through years and years. The turquoise sky with all Its gifts of gold Is but a taste of what Is yet untold. At every crook and turn In life's short road There lie the daily blessings By Him bestowed. __Walt Filkin |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 59
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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