Treasures

The smile on a baby’s cherub face,
The touch of dimpled fingers round your own;
The daintiness of crystal and of lace,
The grandeur of a pine tree standing lone.

The sunshine sparkling on the dewy grass,
The bird that flutters past, trilling a song.
Grace of a sweet and care-free little lass,
The springtime after weary winter long.

The family gathered round the table full,
Each dear face full of shining love and joy,
The quietness; the peaceful evening lull,
The unity of siblings—girls and boys.

The sound of crickets in the evening air;
Music of stream a-trickling over stones.
The glow of moonlight, silvery and fair;
The stars that sparkle up in heaven’s dome.

The velvet petals of a blushing rose,
Fragrance of lilacs, purple, pink and white.
The tininess of baby’s little toes; 
The newness of the dawning sunrise light.

The fresh, crisp pages of a book that’s new;
The yellowed pages of a journal old.
The wrinkled hands of age stretched out to you
The stories that they know, till now untold.

The roar and splash of lofty waterfall;
The majesty of snow-capped mountain high.
The clouds as slow across the blue they crawl,
The thunder and the rain that shake the sky.

The greenness of a verdant springtime lawn,
The splash of paddle from the old canoe.
The dark eyes of a doe and spotted fawn,
The glory of a sky that’s only blue.

The butterfly that’s fanning new-made wings,
The smoke that curls up from a chimney’s hole,
The pumping limbs of child as he swings,
The eyes that are the windows of the soul.


The treasures that we cannot see or touch,
The things intangible, yet that we know;
The love of family rich in meaning much,
The joy of helping one another grow. 

The sweetest love of all; the love of God,
That’s far beyond our comprehension dim,
Yet highest treasure on this earthly sod,
To know and learn and understand of Him.