Thank you, God,
for miracles in gloomy things,
storms and snow,
Thank you for the poems in forests
and fine rain
that in its silver sings.

Thank you, God,
for grass with voice of green
and minty spring,
Thank you for the stones
that live in silence and wait
for a butterfly's white wings.

This old world of problems
does not seem so bad
when I have You to walk beside me
and see
Your beautiful earth things.

- Edgar A. Guest