RICHES OF MY FATHER

I awoke this morning

To find my Father

Had draped the world in diamonds

Each blade of grass

Each far reaching tree sparkled

Like a prized jewel from Tiffany’s

The poor of the ground wore gowns

That bedecked and bedazzled in ways

That rivaled their more

Cultivated and well bred cousins

The shoulders of the hills were draped

In an exquisit stole of white

More lush and full

Than any ermine or mink

My Father’s riches

Decorated the world today

The sight of it brought laughter to my lips

And joy to my eyes