Write Again … “I think to myself”
Published 3:16 pm Monday, May 1, 2017
“I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom, for me and you.”
Sitting on our back porch, looking out over the fields. And also watching the birds flit from the trees, to the bird feeder, off hurriedly, then pecking again at our other feeder.
“And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.”
It’s an unseasonably cool early morning. Skies overcast, has rained, will rain again. Wonderfully beautiful, in a gray way.
“The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people passing by.”
A walk on our wonderful waterfront, with so many of our brothers and sisters of all races, all places on the socio-economic scale.
“I see friends shaking hands, saying ‘How do you do?’ They’re really saying ‘I love you.’”
Friends greeting one another at church, at a festival, at a game, at a concert, at a wedding, at a funeral.
“I hear babies cry. I watch them grow. They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know.”
Our children, yours and mine. Our grandchildren.
“And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.”
So, friends. Fellow inhabitants of our little corner of the world. If there is any inference to be drawn from those early morning scribblings, perhaps it’s simply this: Don’t let all of the bad stuff, the depressing stuff, the things that we would change if we could, don’t let this keep you from — even if for only a few fleeting moments — experiencing the peace within that comes when “I think to myself, what a wonderful world.”
Let us savor such ineffable sweetness.
APROPOS — “Even in the twilight of life, even after the shadows have lengthened, then vanished, it is still not too late to know how splendid the day has been.”
— Frederic Tolleson