Beautiful Days
Beautiful days in precious space.
It breaks the tiredness of my malaise.
Clears my head to navigate the maze.
Of my life and endless days.
The sun shines forth.
It brings me warmth.
In my soul I feel the hope.
Knowing that I'll beat the dopes.
Who dash my dreams,
and try to hang me with shortened rope.
With them I won't bother life's too short.
A beautiful day in Julys' great play.
The breeze is blowing my fears away.
I see the pond and hope is strong.
The beauty here is deep and long.
In my heart I sing a song.
It helps me know I'll defeat the wrong.
Dogs are barking and birds are singing.
The things I need Gods sweetly bringing.
To his love I'm strongly clinging.
Beautiful days are brightly ringing.
They give our souls a needed cleaning.
To get things right with no impeding.
From outside with things that have no reasoning.
Beautiful days stop the bleeding.
Enjoy them now and take his greeting
poem by Michael McParland
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