These are the days I'm sharply cognizant of my wealth.
I'm rich with a quartet of eager faces who trust me implicitly.
Rich with a redemptive grace that outstrips my failure.
Rich with a husband who thinks this song is about me.
29 May 2007
Billionaire
Some days this is me, a thousand curled petals craning toward the early light.
These are the days I'm sharply cognizant of my wealth.
I'm rich with a quartet of eager faces who trust me implicitly.
Rich with a redemptive grace that outstrips my failure.
Rich with a husband who thinks this song is about me.
These are the days I'm sharply cognizant of my wealth.
I'm rich with a quartet of eager faces who trust me implicitly.
Rich with a redemptive grace that outstrips my failure.
Rich with a husband who thinks this song is about me.
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7 comments:
Beautiful! I love reading your blog:)
Mandy
Okay, I'm getting teary, babe. That's beautiful.
The balance in life is astounding...we have our bad days to help us appreciate how sweet life truly is...
So beautifully written! Sigh...I think I'll come back later just to stare at the pic and think on those words.
Awe those are gorgeous!! I cannot get the song to play, but I'm sure it's great.
Amelia
Okay, I'm getting teary, babe. That's beautiful.
Beautiful! I love reading your blog:)
Mandy
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