Each Day Contains Your Name
Each day contains your wonderful name.
It may not be spoken,but it's there the same
The wind may carry it over a silent town
or a gliding bird may sing it all around.
The sunsets that we cherish speak it too,
for their majesty has not yet rivaled you.
A river caressing the sloping banks
runs to you to give its thanks.
You are there in all I choose to see.
And in my mind, you're always there for me.
Whether on a hot and blistering day
or if the winter wind chooses to blow my way.
I know that time will not lessen the desire
to finding answers of which my heart inquires
But all these things don't make it as plain
as to say each day contains your name.
James P. Howell
Copyright ©2002
