As I watched the sun rise <br />I somehow felt the depth <br />Rain would soon cover the day. <br />And some poor soul <br />Had already wept. <br /> <br />I laughed with a friend <br />As the children played. <br />I swept the porch <br />As my grandfather prayed <br />Guide us through this day. <br /> <br />For another day <br />Soon would come due <br />And all we'd get from the day <br />Was what was left <br />That the gentle winds blew. <br /> <br />From the sun and rain <br />Comes life and opinion <br />From what the day has allowed. <br />To care and to honor <br />Never ignoring a cloud. <br /> <br />Never let a day finish <br />But you finish the day <br />By counting your blessings. <br />The extensions of your progress <br />Plus cost of each orginal gain.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arise-5/
