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The Breath of Spring

Poet, John McLeod, has shared his words of wisdom in these wonderful poems which remind us to count our blessings. As Oscar Wilde once said, "What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise." We hope you enjoy this poetry which discusses many different issues of life. . Permission given to to post these poems.
Appreciation Poems and Verses


The Breath of Spring. . .

Poet: John McLeod


The breath of Spring
Lifting on wings that feel
The pulse of Life
Hope that will bring
A sense of 'real'
After the shadowy, wintry days
Now gone....

The dawn's first whispering
Of gentle birdsong 'wakening
To splendid day,
The heart takes wing
And soars majestically
On freedom's way....

What joy indeed!
The poet in me
Rejoices midst the gentle need
To happy be....
And counts his blessings!




"Count your blessings.
Once you realize how valuable you are and how much you have going for you, the smiles will return, the sun will break out, the music will play, and you will finally be able to move forward the life that God intended for you with grace, strength, courage, and confidence."

Og Mandino



"The secret of happiness is
to count your blessings
while others are adding up their troubles."

Author Unknown


When Sunlight Finds In Rain . . .

Poet: John McLeod , (c) 1985


When sunlight finds in rain
A prism sweet,
And from the tumbling main
The voyager's feet
Find hallowed ground
The land left long ago,
When soft the sounds,
Familiar, stir a glow
Within the heart
That longed to fly and roam,
Dear thoughts impart:-
"It's so nice to come home".

When birdsong lights the Soul
With music's joy,
And memory's scroll
So gently will employ
From rich enchantment's store
The image clear
Of childhood's shore
The wondrous yester-year
When all the world was mine
The seas wild foam --
Yet still the time:-
"It's so nice to come home".

And home is where the heart is
So they say,
Wherever you are now
This wipes the grey,
For only love remains
When all has flown,
The transient pains
And seeds of hope long sown,
For sunlight dwells within
To light and warm,
We all begin
Somehow to weather storm
And tempest, yet the calm's
Rich healing loam
Is soothing balm,
"It's so nice to come home".


Shadows

Poet: John McLeod , (c) 1985


Shadows, when daylight falls
To leave its afterglow, a gift
Of soft, sweet dusk
To light the way of lovers;
And stillness, when the sounds
Of carefree children have run, fleet-footed
Home, to bath-time's sleepy overtures
And warm safe making
Galleon'd dreams.

Oh childhood days
Wherefore have you led me
To be writing thus at evensong,
Feeling in my heart a poignancy
And sadness for, I know not what,
Except that a thousand, more indeed,
Sweet inner poems beguile
My memory's window
And this moment of love
Leaves, as passage recorded,
A peace, and somehow, knowing
Beyond my understanding
Of shadows,
When daylight falls!


Lines on Rain

Poet: John McLeod , (c) 1985


I cannot really tell you how I feel about the rain
Nor the sunlight's healing rays, nor the sparkling
Majesty of moon and stars bedecking the vaulted
Velvet of the night. . .
I cannot tell you because
The words I have are inadequate as tools of expression,
For the infinite cannot be described, no more than
A rainbow or moonbeam can be captured in a jar!
I know only that I love the rain, and the sun and moon
And stars in equal measure with a love I cannot gauge
Or describe . . .
Am I not blessed indeed?


"Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from."
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross


Count your blessings. . .

By Author Unknown, thanks to John for sending to us


I've never made a fortune,
and it's probably too late now.
I don't worry much about that,
I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loving ones all around me,
and that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for all his blessings,
and the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.

So Lord, help me not to gripe,
about the tough rows I have hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.



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