A Song Of living

It is so good to be alive ;

To have deep dreams : to greatly strive

Through the day’s work :to dance and sing

Between the times of sorrowing _

To have a clear faith in the end

That death is life’s best ,truthful friend .

To be alive : to hear and see

This wonderful ,strange pageantry

Of earth ,in which each hour’s session

Brings forth a new unknown procession

Of joys :stars ,flowers ,seas and grass

In ever new guise before me pass .

To have deep dreams : ah me , al me !

To bring far things close by see ;

To have my voyaging soul explore

Beyond my body’s ponderous door .

To make my love from a thousand graces ,

Seen in a thousand  faces .

To greatly strive :perform my share

Of work : for the world grows more fair

To him who measures Time and Fate

By what his laboring days create-

For work is the voice that lifts to God

The adoration of God .

To dance and sing :my body’s praise

For being fair in many ways .

It hath no other voice than this

To thank God for a moment’s bliss –

When art and heaven together trust

Joy to the perfection of the dust .

Times of sorrowing :yea , to weep :

To wash my soul with tears , and keep

It clean from earth’s too constant gain ,

Even as a flower needs rain

To cool the passion of the sun ,

And take a fresh new glory on .

To have clear faith :- through good or ill

We but perform some conscious will

Higher than man’s The world at best

In all things do but manifest

That God has set His enternal seal

Upon the unsubstantial real .

Jan Bagwell

God Bless