For as I sit upon the windowsill
And the sun, once again, has made itís rounds,
I feel something more than just simply blessed.
The Hallelujah Chorus is the sounds
Found in beating wings and evening calls.
Inside the sill, lay miracles sleeping.
Beyond itís realm, stands all thatís graced by God.
A kingdom past words and joys and weeping.
Cooling breezes lift feathers so slightly;
A coo from above and night time is near.
Sanctified are those who know their calling
As the peace within calms all of lifeís fear.