Thursday, 22 November 2007


If a smirr moistens,
A storm scourges, or snow sheets,
Blessings percolate.

On my fiftieth birthday I was told to count my blessings - while I still could. So I counted a blessing for every day until my next birthday. I'll put some in for the next few days (if the Lord will!).

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