Thank you Lord for another beautiful day, a wonderful day with Mary and feeling better in my back my spine my lord my love my being my beans my love and Mary and shooting stars in the night with stars overhead and stars underneath all around and in my hair and eyes like sand from a beach under a blue sky clear than the clearest ocean deeper blue than the deepest ocean with whispy clouds and falling dandruff and going insane and in circles until the chimes bellow out the deepest bellow from the deepest cows on the green turn in the rolling hills with the creeks cutting through the rolling meadows up and down and all around in a cool damp cloudy morning on the moors of Scotland in the hills at the Queen's palace down the palisades for pints and drams and whiskey bellows of horns and sheep and rye on the hills and in the downs and the prairies the lush grasses and the blue meadows and melodramas that play out in our minds and leak out to the universe under our feet and over our heads in our bellies and minds and spirits of love and spirits of rhyme and Doolittles and Tweedles and Dees and Tweedles and Dums and all that goes bump in the night under our pillows on our ceilings climbing down to our feet to tickle our toes and bring us happiness and joys and thunders and storms and lightnings and all the brings forth and springs forth from the belly of the fates and the fountains and the faeries and their folk. Amen.