This Is The Blessing Poem by Bullion Grey

As each word became recognized as a note on the waves of air,
they transformed into lights of the sky,
which led to another word of which I could not spell,
because it was out of reach,
so I replaced it with my life,
which then became this drama,
which I could not extract myself from,
so I sat on a rock,
which then became a place where I could find solidity,
of this I am sure: no thing was there all the time just waiting on me,
tending to my wounds and waiting for me to ask,
so I could receive the blessing,
I now know is available to you as well….this is the blessing:
Open Your Heart, and a completeness will fill you with Love.