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Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Bliss by Ruth Smith Meyer
I once was asked to contemplate
right into the mood of this-
Consider what are all the things,
surely would bring me much bliss.
I sat back and put up my feet,
started to stare into space,
Is bliss doing, being, seeing?
question I surely must face.
So I sat there, really pondered
slowly my thoughts came around.
To my mind there came a whisper
my heart where such things are found.
To begin each day in quiet,
for love sounds from God,
To step out on a fall morning
smell pungent leaves and the sod.
To crunch through the leaves in autumn
purple lined clouds in the sky,
To see dew kissed flowers and webs,
catch them with camera’s eye,
To walk along sandy beaches
round pebbles of every hue,
To walk, ski, sit in the moonlight,
peace and hushed quiet anew,
To catch the marvelous sweet scent
wood shavings or new-mown hay,
Taste a strawberry from the patch
a wild one found on the way,
To sit with canvas and brushes,
painting the beauty around,
To listen to birds insect, frogs,
they each lend musical sound,
To sit at cottage’s lakeside,
hear o’er the water, loon’s call,
To see the beautiful sunset
the first star when comes night-fall,
To hold the hand of a loved one,
a child’s eyes with love’s light,
To experience meeting of minds,
with another in delight,
To face challenge inviting growth,
draw on the depth of your soul,
To laugh at yourself, share a joke,
reach an unreachable goal.
These, just a few that bring delight,
in this life I’d hate to miss,
In truth, as I pondered it o’er,
they’re what I would call bliss.
But what is bliss, kept to oneself,
hoarded in silence alone?
It’s true, that it can feed one’s soul
a harmony to life’s tone.
But share that bliss with another,
worship your Maker on high,
Bring praise, exuberant thanksgiving
Him hear your awe-filled cry,
Your bliss may surprise, astound you,
it’s multiplied, then abounds
Warmed in His beautiful presence,
stand there on God’s Holy ground.
May each of you find the pockets of bliss in your own lives.