Walking In The Sun

Sometimes the light is blinding

Sometimes I turn from it

But sometimes the blur from the glare

Is God's presence pouring in

So in the midst of winter

So clouded are the skies

A ray of light it represents

As warmth that it supplies

I'm learning to take little things

And appreciating its little glories

Just as depths of inner reflections

So as little things do tell stories

Don't disregard small gestures

To what we may perceive

It may have gone to great lengths

Just to display what little we see

Choose an obvious choice

Trust in what it gives

God do grants little pleasures

More than we think we need