by Sean Portland

Created on: September 04, 2009

How fortunate are you and I today (in iambic pentameter)

How fortunate are you and I today?
That fate has so far let the sky be there.
That day has followed night and day and night
and not a single flower bud or blade
of grass or drop of rain or ray of light
has questioned why it is or whence it came.

How fortunate are you and I today?
That we have seen a million flakes of snow
incline against the shoulders of the hills
and gleam the knolls and melt and lift the streams
and give themselves again to passing clouds
and gaily play as God would have them play.

How fortunate are you and I today?
That we can but be blissful of our share
and never reckon stars or grains of sand
or wish the oceans waves a different wave
and always know we never really know
just why we are - and if we'll be again.

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