In the joy of the Sabbath

‘Neath the warmth of the sun,

It was peaceful and hopeful

On the day just begun.

Trees spread their arms

In a breeze crisp and light.

It was happy and holy

And joyous and bright.

And the birds sang their

Opus like never before

On the glorious day

When Zoey was born.

 

June 7, 2020