Poem ~ The Human Touch

Oh my what a day! The sun is out the birds are singing the grass is growing and the flowers are beginning to bloom. What a glorious day it is. Been a tad busy around here running to n fro. I have taken a quiet moment to do some reflecting and read one of my favorite poems.

THE HUMAN TOUCH

"Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
The shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul away.

by SPENCER MICHAEL FREE

I feel so refresh now! It's time to get moving and see what else I can get into before the day is over with. See ya latter.