Summer Day.

Summer Day

by louis gander

There is nothing more fine on a warm summer day
than laying in grasses of clover and hay,
where breezes make music through all of the trees,
and birds do their singing among all the leaves.

A butterfly zigzagged hither and yon
busily flapping as I looked on.
My eyes raised up at the vastness of space.
I wondered what God thought of His human race.

Soaking up comfort in all that I saw,
lying there silent, in skeptical awe -
pouring His beauty in nature below,
how did God start it so long, long ago?

He continues to bless us year after year -
why does He love us? It isn't clear.
God did create us - all different kinds,
so what does He look for in all of our minds?

My horse wandered over and nuzzled my head.
He wanted me up in the saddle instead.
I sat on his back, took a minute or two -
and pondered the question, searched for a clue.

As I kicked his haunches, I knew as I grinned
that he would obey as I leaned to the wind.
He faithfully galloped with all of his might -
the answer revealed as I rode out of sight.

Author: louis gander