I love the life He’s given me,

That in quiet times I sometimes see.

Like a gentle breeze that’s drifting by,

Fleeting glimpses from the Master’s eye.

I see the warmth and shade in it,

Appreciate pieces that don’t seem to fit.

I hear the symphony of my life’s dance,

Full of harmony and dissonance.

Contradictions brilliantly planned,

Joys and hardships together stand.

Each one needed to create in me,

The person God would have me be.

By

Vicki L. Pugliese