One day while cleaning out my purse
I found some blessings, at first I'd hadn't seen.
Business cards and scraps of paper
I'm so glad now my purse was cleaned.
I found a card from a friend I'd met
she said she loves to write.
She shared this information
While at a church concert one summer night.
A number on a piece of crumbled grocery paper
and one from a Sunday's service that I was at.
Did I ever call that person on the paper?
Why didn't I remember, all of this and that?
I intend to clean all my purses out one by one
and take care of those blessings I might find.
And promise to pray over all of them
never leaving them, at the bottom of my purse next time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem