Online Journal of Poetry
Volume 2 Issue 7 October 2004
 

 

Blessable
by Heidi Skattebo


I awake to your sun shining on my face in all its splendor. As if you are hear in human form touching my face to awaken me. I breathe your air that fills my lungs with the breath of life bringing clarity to my sleepy brain. I hear your birds singing sweetly in the trees telling me how beautiful I am and of the great day you have planned for me. I become aware of the special gifts you will bless me with as I open my heart to you and remain blessable in all its glory

 

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