Count your blessings:
one, I have new life
and the richness of those who love me.
Two, there is work for my hands to do,
and a community to empty myself into.
Three, a son with cheeks like peach-skin
slapped by a northern wind.
Four, food in abundance.
Five, deliverance from my own bondage.
And the doe and her fawns walking through
Hutcheson's valley: six.
My daughter sitting on my wife's lap -
looking fresh into my eyes,
hers a deep, cobalt blue: seven.
Too many. I have more than enough.
one, I have new life
and the richness of those who love me.
Two, there is work for my hands to do,
and a community to empty myself into.
Three, a son with cheeks like peach-skin
slapped by a northern wind.
Four, food in abundance.
Five, deliverance from my own bondage.
And the doe and her fawns walking through
Hutcheson's valley: six.
My daughter sitting on my wife's lap -
looking fresh into my eyes,
hers a deep, cobalt blue: seven.
Too many. I have more than enough.
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