As I watched the sun rise
I somehow felt the depth
Rain would soon cover the day.
And some poor soul
Had already wept.

I laughed with a friend
As the children played.
I swept the porch
As my grandfather prayed
Guide us through this day.

For another day
Soon would come due
And all we'd get from the day
Was what was left
That the gentle winds blew.

From the sun and rain
Comes life and opinion
From what the day has allowed.
To care and to honor
Never ignoring a cloud.

Never let a day finish
But you finish the day
By counting your blessings.
The extensions of your progress
Plus cost of each orginal gain.

Cecelia Weir

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