Wednesday, September 21, 2016

THIS poem


To be given all this --
My one incredible life
Day after day of secret blessings
To be held from the beginning
In such loving, holy hands.
How can I not be lucky?
How can I not trust love?

-Sheila O'Connor


1 comment:

  1. "day after day of secret blessings" :-)! Thanks, Irene. xo


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