In this world of ours,
often in the dark hours –
thoughts run rampant through our minds.
we sigh and close our eyes,
to remember where we left bliss behind –
where there was more laughter than tears.
I see sun and smell the scent of pine,
wafting in the hot summer sun.
scenes from my childhood days,
when living was easy,
and dreams were simple.
The bliss a child feels,
running free and wild,
in the summers spent under the Catskill pines.
Deep, deep down I rummage,
in my memory cupboard,
my heart joyfully leaping,
with the next image,
knowing the joy of being truly loved –
country walks and quiet talks.
Dad and I at two,
who knew he’d be so tall,
that summer we had it all,
raft rides, ice cream cones and more.
Pictures racing through my mind,
of mom and friends now long gone,
but never far,
just there beyond reach among the stars –
of things that were once so fine.
When the time came to put childhood behind,
teen and adulthood struggles began.
I soon discovered a new found bliss,
which I’ll never have to miss,
because it will always be with me,
that wonderful joy –
of finding the Lord.
Knowing that through the rest of my life,
in happiness and sorrow,
He’ll be walking by my side,
as suns rise and suns set,
all of my days till the end of time,
I’ll have some bliss each day –
because the Lord is mine.