Bernard F. Asuncion
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.
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