It Had to Be

It had to be, on such a perfect day,
Where Autumn played some Summer make-believe
And sent blue skies and puffy clouds our way.

It had to be, but could my mind deceive?
The dreariness of winter weather past,
A day God made to comfort and relieve.

It had to be, as people came and cast
Decisions that, like bells in morning breeze,
Delivered sounds and echoes made to last.

It has to be, a moment we must seize,
Uniting every neighbor, every friend,
To multiply our joys, and burdens ease.

It has to be, a newer day attend…
A new beginning toward a brighter end.

© 2008 by Robert E. Blackwell