Life can hold such lovely things!
Apple-blossom-scented springs;
Purple mist of haze and heather;
Books to read in stormy weather.
Common as a cookie jar,
Things I hold the dearest are:
A small white house, a small brown dog;
Sunlight breaking through a fog;
And as sweet as summer rain,
Understanding after pain.
Life holds all these lovely things.
Thank you, God, for all it brings.
by Nina Stiles
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30 Years ago my friend and I went an a showcase of homes in Knoxville, Tennessee. In the Chrissenberry home on Kingston Pike, this Sunday Poem, Thank You God, was beautifully written around the 12 ft. ceilings of the kitchen, pantry and breakfast room. We were told it was anon. and never questioned that It is good to know Nina Stiles is the author.
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