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Did God Give Me This Day
Did God give us this day, in all its morning brightness?
With insects singing in the grass,
Gossamer spiders spinning lace for fairy veils,
Showered with tiny diamonds glistening in the morning air.
Did God give us this day?
As I ride my chestnut horse across the downs, head high
So proud, so full of sun, lidded the blue sky is limitless,
The air fills my lungs with new energy.
We walk between tall lace tabletops of cow parsley,
Gently waving in the softening wind.
Did God give us this day?
Could we ask for more?
Could nature more embellish this green and shining sea?
With delicate flowers of purple, gold and white.
Is this what Monet saw in his lily pond that day so long ago?
And did he say, ‘Did God give me this day?’
What if a gift lies undisturbed, unused, and dormant?
What if that Gift cries out to be seen and used?
And says, “Will God give me this day?”
What of the men who died in battle fields so long ago?
Did they wake up and say, “Did God give me this day?”
What of their fear, their dull suffering, the eating lice
The pain of rotting feet, the smell of putrefaction.
Did they look out from stinking pits and think
“Did God give me this day?”
What of men trapped underground in coal seams,
Breathing that last ounce of oxygen, terrified.
Did they say,
“Did God give me this day?”
In 1805 Captain John watched his Indiaman flounder off
The Weymouth shoals, did he cry out with his last
Breath and say,
“Did God give me this day?”
I turn to see a string of racehorses glowing in the light
Stretching flexing in beautiful motion flicking the grass,
Light and long, sweet as nuts,
Do they say, “Did God give me this day?”
By Caroline Baldock
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