Bless the month with a turkey in the oven
Bless the penny found on the ground and the minutes left on the meter.
Bless the lowly turnip married to sweet cream butter.
Bless yesterday's mistakes before you let them go.
Bless canned tomatoes on a frozen winter night.
Bless the spatula that flips the egg over easy and so tenderly.
Bless the taken-for-granted light in the refrigerator.
Bless the goose that gives up its down.
Bless the bulbs dreaming underground.
Bless the lesson learned the hard way
Bless the people who know your name, the heart's GPS, the road home.
Extracted from an issue of SKIRT
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