A thought for the day from: Peter Britt
"I count my blessings it takes some time, as there are many which I call mine. The little things a lover does, completeness of a mothers love. The look my daughter speaks with eyes, my truth inside which never dies. The goodness that my father gave, those tears I shed upon his grave. Where flowers bloom now springs new life, and goodness stands against the tide. Now there are two who make me whole, an endless tally of my soul."
© 1999-2007 Peter Britt Krystal Vision Productions
