Autographs of Love

We give thanks

for light, for rays of glory,

spreading across the dark

canvas of our world,



for melting snows

of winter, for the poetry

of the wind, its gentle

fingers stroking our faces,

bird choirs singing

in the trees,



for hills and valleys

in the clouds, for white horses

in the blue meadows of the sky,

for sunshine and rain,



for fields of emerald

and gold, for sunflowers

smiling along highways,

the assurance of springtime

in the seeds of autumn,

and sunset's quiet promise

of home.



For all you give,

for all the wonders,

the delights, the joys we find

in the autographs of your love,

dear Author of Life,

we give thanks.



--Marilyn Black Phemister



Copyright 1992 by Marilyn Black Phemister