The Ordinary Kind Dan Frugalberg Tide me with your blessings, of the ordinary kind, To know the sun and seasons, glimpses of you, I find. Promptings of the spirit, let the earthly, leave behind, Then home among the flowers, to bed, at last, recline. ~ D.F. View original postShare this:Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Leave a comment