Blest Poem by David Taylor

Blest



i cannot think how to say
or even know who to address
this gratitude i must express
(young child smiles):
why is it that i am so blest?

erring oft' i must confess
not always giving of my best
but still you're always here
(moon beams reflect):
why is it that i am so blest?

under a blossoming tree
upon a gentle hillside lea
here you are with me
(black and white sheep graze):
why is it that i am so blest?

what can i do but praise
how wonderful your presence makes
everything that you ever made
(wind blows mists away):
why is it that i am so blest?

now i see you're unimpressed
far above this all of this
filled with everlasting bliss
(shapes fade names forgot):
why is it that i am so blest?

oh yes! it never was
any other way because
i only thought this wasn't you
(imagined what is not true):
why is it that i am so blest?

just wait you say
you do not do;
I will surely come to you
(was there ever two):
I am and all in all is ever blest.

who is to say
what need express
(this all in all):
is ever blest

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