Recovery

I'll count the kind of deeds done today
Instead of hurts that come my way.
I'll catch the sunbeams on my sill
And let the clouds move as they will.
I'll listen to a trilling note
And lift the one caught in my throat.

I'll nod and smile at passersby
And not give in to thoughts that cry.
I'll smell the flowers as they bloom
Within, without my living room.
I'll watch the children near the gate
And let their freedom compensate.

I'll count the health I know today
And find tomorrow--as it may . . .
Because my hope and joy shall be
The love of Christ, Who strengthens me.

                ~ Roxie Lusk Smith