Countless Blessings

The smell of rain 
After a perfect storm. 
The beauty of a pure heart 
In the womb as it forms. 
 
The dance of leaves  
As they fall in late-September. 
The blooming of flowers 
After a harsh winter. 
 
New cities, cafes, and faces 
Waiting to be found. 
Seeing your love smile at the stars 
As you lie on the ground. 
 
The taste of the night 
As you go too fast in your car. 
The company of fire and friends 
As you sing along to the guitar. 
 
The laughter of family  
At a Thanksgiving table together. 
The hope of heaven assured 
By the Gospel wrapped in leather. 
 
These are only a few things 
That my heart is grateful for.  
Too often taken for granted  
When I should thank God more. 
 
Though I am as poor as a beggar 
And often my heart may need a stitch. 
You must believe me when I say  
That I am truly rich.