Does our vision grow old?
I sing life’s melody in the morning.
I work slowly on my problems.
I continue to find new ways to grow
My words and actions fall into chorus.
The day swells into an image of hope
Each effort I make is rewarded.
I often make sudden progress.
I love the creator of this plan.
The One who made me is kind.
The dark nights seem to fade.
As the sun rises, my life is like a garden.
I tend the soil carefully to prepare for the crops.
When I take proper action, I grow stronger.
Small actions are seeds that grow tall.
Each flower in the garden is a welcome reward
W. Wayne B.
Dec. 28, 2011