I heard a thrush
Sing on a bush
In a garden fair.
There was joy and beauty in its voice,
I’m glad that I was there.
I saw a child
So sweet and mild,
Blue eyes and golden hair.
First small steps on life’s rough road,
I’m glad that I was there.
By a wayside stile
I sat a while
In the morning air.
Such solitude I ne’er had known,
I’m glad that I was there.
I heard a cry
As I passed by,
Rabbit in a snare.
I eased its pain and set it free,
I’m glad that I was there.
Winter days, freezing white,
Days without respite,
Trees lifeless and bare,
But a small bird sang on a frozen bough,
I’m glad that I was there.
A summer breeze
Through the trees,
Bells for evening prayer,
Sweet voices rising to the skies,
I’m glad that I was there.
These moments divine,
Once were mine
On precious days and rare,
I thank the Lord for simple things,
I’m glad that I was there.
Joe Carroll.