Without Warning

Council contractors ripped up the road,
blew billowing clouds of dust
and specs of sticky tar
all over the cars on our drive,
and what’s more — it doesn’t wash off!

Blessing 4

“May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sunshine be warm upon your face,
May the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
May God hide you in the hollow of his hand.”

Celtic Blessing

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