By the roadside
I found a blessing
In a gutter, nestling,
Shining bright
Like a virgin bride
On the wedding night.

Nearby, another,
Further on, a hundred other.

Someone must have passed this way
Scattering blessings in cosmic play
Laughing at just
How few would find them there
Whilst others kicked them in the dust.
Some would wear them in their hair
And others in a sparkeling eye 
To turn in joy on passers-by.

That's how, often, they are found,
Blessings, scattered on the ground.