MY NEEDS

Somedays my needs are simple things
A bird to cross my cloudless sky
And spread the color of his wings,
And leave a song as he goes by.

At other times I need a star
One beam to pierce a long dark night;
Seems heaven's door--is then ajar
And sending me a ray of light.

A silence often fills my need
The silence of the falling snow
A solitude, a book to read,
A time to learn things I should know.

Sometimes my need is daily bread
And again my need is something more
For I could feast and be half fed
Had I no spiritual food in store.

Oh, I have many sundry needs
A woodland trail, the sun, the sod,
The hills, the fields, and plants and seeds,
But always, always I need God.