I lost my keys, in the great unknown. And call me please, coz i can’t find my phone. This is the stuff, that drives me crazy. This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately. In the middle of my little mess, I forget how big I’m blessed.

14 thoughts on “Sacred Mess

  1. Love your poem Elaine…..i would have called you but i have your number….i asked tele-information for “Totally Like Me” and the operator said to look in the mirror…..i like your crucifix watching over all of the treasures in the drawer…..take it out….. hang it up….before Good Friday….stay cool….i will pray for you….luv….peter:)

  2. you can’t phone me, as we don’t answer the phone since it’s always bill collectors ๐Ÿ˜› The crucifix isn’t in a drawer, that is the mess right in between my keyboard and monitor haha, my bad, yes do pray for me, i need it!! oh and that’s not my poem, it’s a Christian pop song ๐Ÿ™‚ luv back xoxoxox

  3. After awhile messes drive me crazy, too, Elaine. Sigh. But this one is most intriguing…maybe because of the crucifix! LOL at Peter’s comment. ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Hi there Elaine….i have a bit more to say but in private….. can’t reach you through your blog….drop me a note:-)…..xxxx….peter:)i Clicked “Confirm you are NOT a spammer”……it doesn’t believe me!!!!

  5. i lose my keys all the time. do you know what drives me crazy though?when lee asks: “where did you lose them?”grrrr i could kill him when he says that.

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