This Perfect Day
I woke from my slumber one morning in May,
Something seemed different as I started the day.
This morning was perfect, clear, crisp, and clean,
You don't get these too often, you know what I mean?
The sun filtered through my window and then,
A soft gentle breeze wafted over my skin.
I heard the birds singing, their song seemed quite gay,
Like they too, were expecting something coming this way.
I slipped on my slippers, walked through my home,
Not a creature was stirring, you see, I lived all alone.
But, something was different, it bothered me too,
As I filled up the pot for coffee to brew.
It's as if something was waiting, I can't seem to explain,
Something was coming, Oh! This is insane!
I made up the bed, did my morning routine,
Got dressed for the day, it was the same old scene.
I pulled back the curtains, the coffee was done,
As I poured me a cup, this day's truly begun.
I made me some toast, turned the radio on,
Now, wouldn't you know it, my favorite song.
I sat there listening, what could be better?
This morning was perfect down to the letter.
I'm feeling quite splendid, there's a spring in my step,
I've got lots to do, but I've plenty of pep.
I went to the grocery, this I must tell,
Everything that I needed was a two for one sale.
Back home I did fly with more than enough,
This day's really fine, just look at this stuff!
I put things away then looked all around,
Plenty of dust, I sadly found.
I grabbed up the rag, I dusted and shined,
I swept and I mopped, I was done in no time.
I fixed me some lunch, as I sat and I ate,
That feeling came back, that expectancy wait.
Something was coming of that I was sure,
But not one single notion in my mind did occur.
I sat and I pondered, what could it be?
I guess I'll be patient, I'll just wait and see.
I opened my Bible and read for a bit,
Boy, this is nice, it's so comfy to sit.
I must have dozed off as I sat in my chair,
That perfect day feeling was still in the air.
I went to the door and opened it wide,
There was a package, right outside.
Could this be the "thing" could my waiting be done?
Oh, this was quite grand this was quite fun.
I brought it inside, it was wrapped all in brown,
It wasn't too heavy, I sat it right down.
I pulled back the paper and what a surprise,
A beautiful present appeared to my eyes.
I tore the brown paper then threw it away,
The present was perfect just like the day.
It was wrapped so delightful in a gossamer thing,
With a bow that shimmered like a butterfly's wing.
It was almost too pretty to touch or undo,
That feeling did pass in a moment or two.
Who could have sent it? Where was it from?
How did it get here? From where did it come?
My fingers were trembling as I touch the bow,
I found a card inside, now I could know.
I turned it around and read what was there,
It said, "This is for you to show that we care".
Written inside was "We love you the most",
Signed The Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost.
Now you talk about shocking and mouth dropping awe,
I couldn't believe it, the words that I saw.
Yet I knew in my heart that this had to be,
A heavenly package sent down to me.
I sat and I prayed, what did this all mean?
T'was the most wonderful gift I ever have seen.
I pulled on the bow, it untied right now,
As I touched the paper it unfolded somehow.
There was a box with a lid on the top,
I reached out to open but I had to stop.
What could be in it? Something divine,
Some kind of blessing, something just mine?
With heart pounding loudly and breathing so fast,
I grabbed off the lid, it was opened at last.
I looked inside quickly, there was nothing to see,
Then I looked with my heart at God's gift to me.
There was salvation and forgiveness of sin,
And the lake of forgetfulness to throw them all in.
There was righteousness and mercy and grace,
A joint heir ship with Christ in a heavenly place.
There was peace of mind and so much love,
A promise of eternity from heaven above.
There was the blood and healing power,
Joy and happiness, sunshine and shower.
There was comfort and a cleft in the rock,
And this inner knowledge, I'm from sturdier stock.
There as victory, there was patience, too,
And lots of word and all of it true.
And right in the middle was one little seed,
Faith was the measure of all that I need.
There at the bottom of this mighty gift,
Another note to read, my spirit to lift.
It simply said, these gifts we give,
For a full and happy life to live.
You cannot hold them in your hand,
But they are there, please understand.
You are the one we love the most,
The Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost.
I sat there in silence, the tears rolling down,
I don't deserve these gifts, I said with a frown.
I haven't been living my life so fine,
Are you positively sure these gifts are mine?
My soul got real quiet and then I knew,
These gifts are to share with each one of you.
God's love is mine to give away,
To show another a brighter day.
God's peace that only He can give,
It's how to be, it's how to live.
His gift of righteousness we can't earn,
This a lesson we all must learn.
And Jesus' blood was shed for all,
The big, the little, the great, the small.
I prayed once more and made a vow,
I'd start sharing these gifts right now.
As you read this final part,
Ask God to come into your aching heart
Once you do then you will see,
All these gifts God's given me.
I spent my evening in quiet thought,
On all the things this day had brought.
Then as I laid me down to sleep,
I knew all God's gifts are mine to keep.
I know it's a riddle, the answer is such,
When we give God's gifts away we gain so much.
I hope tomorrow when you arise,
God will send you a big surprise.
Then you can testify along the way,
That God had given you, this perfect day.
This poem was written to help me explain, just how very
blessed I am.
God's gifts are for all of us.
Jesus died to save all of us.
We have a promise of eternity.
If you have not accepted Christ as your savior, please
do so now. No one knows just how long our life will last.
And always remember God loves you!
I can testify He loves me, too.
Alice J. Pomeroy © 2007
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