I am grateful for
my serenity haven
my safe place
my little room
that is me.
old from the past
and new from my present
with eyes looking forward
and new things to be added
in the future.
Never looking too far forward,
lest I miss the gifts of today.
A little fountain reminds me of one of my favorite hymns…
“Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Yes Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.”
— Robert Robertson 1735-1790