Posted by
GeorgAnna
at
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ABOUT BLESSINGS
Sometimes when we get blessings
they are hard to recognize
if they're not what we expected
and wearing a disguise
.
Mr. Blessing came to town
late one winter night
He wore a long, black overcoat
and not a ray of light
.
was shining out, so we just gave up hope
that a blessing had come our way
We expected blessings dressed in white
all bright and gay
.
like little children , those we recognize
but the other kind is hard
until he takes off the over-coat
we don't see our reward
.
but if we don't complain, invite him in
and ask
"Can you help me grow?"
Maybe Mr. Blessing will be
the greatest gift we know
.
Labels: Poetry
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