Matthew 25:37

 

June 30th, Ano dos

Bless be the Tie That Binds

Blessed by the Spinners of the Thread, that See, not Time, only Eternity

Blessed be the Sacred Fabric, Unbroken through the Generations

Blessed be the Weavers Whose names are;

Father, Mother, Uncle and Aunt.

Preacher, Teacher, Door Greeter and Sweeper Upper.

Singer, Psalm Writer, Poet and Cook

Visitor to the homebound, Crutch for the Halt

Listener to the young, a helping hand for the stooped.

Smiles with no guile , Hugs spontaneous and freely shared

Gifts Differing; encouraged in all, by all, shared with all.

Blessed is the child born beneath these intertwined branches

Blessed are those whose bones rest below.

Poppie

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