( like a shimmery fairy)
full of life that keeps seeping up like
cold, clear water into mossy soil.
And the way each morning is its own
Thanksgiving joy day,
with lots of thankfulness for the way
my life has blossomed.
blessing feels like a verb, like a
Happening that keeps happening to me.
Bless you Lord, oh my soul.
1 comment:
oh lovely. this is so happy. I just emailed your girls...what a happy email to write. i can't believe all of our faces will be looking at each other in a matter of several days. whew.
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