The Best Day

What right do I have but none

      to be alive on this day? 

         I, the unshaped clay of earth

           have seen the soaring glory

             of things never before seen,

and though standing, my soul kneels.

My soul knows nothing else to do.

     Having seen Sinai burning, 

        the small prairie dogs sunning,

          cold waters finding their way,

            and huge elk rubbing branches, 

I can only walk in praise.

      

I know not all that is known,

      but who can look and not see

         at least some of God's glory

            that blows in the wind from where

              the Creator spoke the Word

to make today the best day?