A beautiful floral bracelet.

A terrible day in many ways, but trying to count blessings.
This part of a poem by William Wordsworth came to my attention and is worth a read and therefore I am sharing it here.
Have a good evening blipper friends.

From Prayers and blessings, 365 Inspirations.

Clouds of glory
By William Wordsworth.
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting,
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God who is our home."