in the blessings
I am losing the pain
of the struggle.
The travail is
my life is in
a golden bubble.
How did I get to
be so blessed?
How did I
make it through?
How many hundreds of life times
Have I been wandering closer to you?
I knew of your presence in snippets.
I hold those memories dear.
I always gave thanks for the rain clouds.
I knew one day I would cheer.
I knew one day I would be happy.
I knew one day I would be home…
Me the perpetual traveller
Need never, never more roam.
I have found the peace and contentment
I can now lift the gold cup
To the lips of the parched traveller
Who is just about to give up.
My home is a palace of beauty
A sanctuary of praise
I will keep the light in the window
For fellow travelers to find their ways.
In the meantime, sweet Spirit
I lift my heart in praise.