Fleurette Elaine Harris (September 23rd / Port Antonio Jamaica)
Count your blessings
Are you blind?
No you can see
And the hundred million receptors in your eyes
Enable you to enjoy the magic of nature
The flowers, the sun, the sea
And the birds in the tree
Are you deaf?
No you can hear
And the twenty four thousand fibers in your ears
Vibrate to the wind on your cheeks
The splashing of the ocean
And buzzing of the bees
Are you dumb?
No you can speak
You have dominion over all other creatures
Your words can calm the angry
Uplift the despondent
Cheer the unhappy
And praise the worthy
Are you paralyzed?
No you can move
Designed within your body
Are five hundred muscles
Two hundred bones
And seven miles of nerve fiber
All synchronized to do your biding
Are you unloved and unloving?
No because you know love’s secret
That to receive it you must give it
That it is never lost
And if it is unreciprocated
It will flow back to you to soften and purify your heart
Is your heart stricken?
No it is strong
Feel its rhythm pulsating
Hour after hour
Day after day
Pumping your blood through more than 60,000 miles of vein, arteries venticles.
Pumping more than 6000 gallons away
Are you diseased of skin?
No your skin is clean and clear a marvel to creation
Are your lungs befouled
No you can breathe feely and easily
Is your blood poisoned?
Is it diluted with water and puss
No within five quarts of blood are 2 trillion blood cells
Within each cell are millions of molecules
Within each molecule is one atom oscillating at more than 10.000.000 times per second
Within each second 2,000,000 blood cells die to be replaced by 2,000,000 new ones
Are you feeble of mind?
Can you not grasp this?
You see, your brain is the most complex structure in the universe
Within its three pounds are 13 billion cells
More than three times the number of people on earth
Are you poor?
How can you be poor?
Use your brain
Count your blessings
Count them again
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