Blessings

I should count my blessings – count them one by one

That’s what they made me sing

It will surprise you what the Lord has done

It had a nice rhythm

The singing made me happy

Words foreign on my tongue

I always got them slightly wrong but tapped a foot regardless

Quite happily perhaps

It was a little moment away

To spend amongst the penny candles

And broken wishes

I wonder if anyone saw me

If now they wonder why

Really there is no journey from there to here

It is all a pattern – it flows and stalls

Like a child’s breath making up the sounds and words

I am thankful that words still come

That we have each other

That now I am warm and clean

Safe and loved

Sometimes I have to wipe away what has happened

Like wiping the fog off the mirror

But when I do, when I look at myself – it really does surprise me what I have done.