A sonnet a day for February - day 3 - Hands high

O my dear Mother, Father holy one
O how thankful I am to see this day
O to touch and feel, to run under sun
O the joy to have You guiding my way

I with trees, clouds, dirt, simpatico all
I take time to recall journey before
I know that without Your breath I would fall
I know You mighty, wind, stronger than Thor

My eyes close and open. I smile again
My feet stop then carry me forth and back
My mind wakes, rests then returns back to Zen
My heart holds wealth, goodness knowing no lack

Praise You for life, lessons, forgiveness, love
Praise You for comfort below and above