© By Ione Rehm Hertweck 1965
These things are free: the stars, the moon
Red roses in the month of June,
A rainbow, arching, clear and high
Sunset castles in the sky.
The long still night, the starlit hours,
The swift, sweet breath of summer showers,
White daisies gleaming in the sun
The twilight hour, when day is done.
These things are free, are ours at will,
The pathway climbing to the hill
Long-stemmed violets in the grass,
The blue jay’s greeting as we pass
The lazy hours that spin a dream
Beside a softly-singing stream
The peace of heaven, crystal, coll,
Reflected in a mountain pool.
These things are free: the tempest’s roar
The breakers washing down the shore,
The hurrying splash of driven rain,
The thunder’s voice, the poignant pain
Of lightning as it rips apart
A cloud-bank, to reveal it’s heart.
These things are free: a friendly smile,
A thought that makes the day worthwhile,
A trusting hand within your own,
And eyes that light for you alone.
The peace of home, the comfort there,
When hearts unite in quiet prayer;
These simple things are ever free…
God’s priceless gifts of luxury!