Till You Reach The Blissful City Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Month of October each year,
At the break of 20th dawn;
Running water in the river
Is God's endless grace's revelation.

Even the falling rain may turn
To a blessing in disguise;
Though torrential in nature,
Allowing thirst to break the ice.

As the long dry spell stops,
Beginning to make an exit;
Return of the fresh morn
Is making the curse finally retreat.

God's blessings never run dry,
they flow from stream to the sea;
Once in your life you find them,
thank Him till you reach the blissful city.