Blessed

Blessed.
I am blessed
as are we all.
I am aware of being blessed.
I am aware
as are we all.
I am blessed in my awareness.
I am in the bird’s eye as she flies into the blue.
I am with the howling wind at night,
No matter where or who I appear to be.
I am everywhere,
covering the creation;
like a mother with pure heart.
Often my heart hurts,
but this is meant to be borne...
Its part of the blessedness,
and grace pours in because of it.

If  all the world smiles around me,
with all this light about me,
how can the corner of darkness defeat me?
Therese Mackay      Feb. 1988