Friday, April 11, 2014

Praise God

for the little things we get to do day by day; without thought for the gore of our grandfathers.

for light at night when you want it, keeping open books late into the evening.

for books - in homes and hands.

for the wonder brought by impolite reality into our serene frame - what a piece of work is man, singer, lover, warrior, thinker, cleaner of toilets and recorder of deeds.

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