Wednesday, September 21, 2016

THIS poem


This

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

 ------------------
Posted by at

1 comment:

  1. TabathaSeptember 21, 2016 at 6:32 PM

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

    ReplyDelete

Your thoughts?

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)