It's always a delight when you start looking for something, and it leads you on a trail of finding things that were not what you were looking for. I was looking for a Leonard Cohen book. I remember seeing it on my shelf. Now was the time to read it. I could not find it on any bookshelves. I checked my nightstand, then the drawer. Lying right on top was a Leonard Cohen verse I had written on a slip of paper and stuck in my drawer.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
That led to my finding a poem my son wrote as a mother's day gift nestled next to the Cohen verse. I delighted in reading it again - the unexpected literary gifts of the day.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
That led to my finding a poem my son wrote as a mother's day gift nestled next to the Cohen verse. I delighted in reading it again - the unexpected literary gifts of the day.
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