Should I Ever Be So Blessed Poem by Maurice Harris

I fear not that which I have not seen, nor done;
I fear that I will sight no miracles, but the one
Which I may no longer, yet I know still, its glory-
Peruse my heart's lament, you shall know my story!

I regret not that which I have seen, yet, see no longer-
I look to the day where I may become stronger;
To the day whence the glory sees its return,
The wondrous realization of a heart's mournful yearn!

I wonder not, what may have been-
Only to a day, wherest I may begin-again;
To a day where I my finally 'live',
Where I may allow my heart to give!

I know not, faith's lacking, in a life filled with sorrow-
My jollity is assured, as today becomes tomorrow;

Miracles may only happen upon, when prime to receive-
That I am not now, readied, I shall ne'er conceive!

Years have fleeted since mine eyes have sighted either,
Yet I know I've not seen the last of each, neither
Shall one be made the most, until such time
As I bear witness to the topics of this rhyme!

With the Lord as my witness, I would surely rather die
Than to know of their grace, yet, still sit idly by;
I seeketh each with a determined heart and tenacious spirit;
I fervently pray each night to God, ensuring He does hear it!

Should I ever be so blessed as to count both within my life,
I shall make the first, a filial, very proud-and the second, my wife!
This is how He hath designed it, I am quite certain-
I anxiously await His time, when not drawn, is this curtain!

Maurice Harris,11 February 2010