The Mystery Of Blessings Poem by Bruce Gashirabake

Cast deep in my silence,
Generosities I continually receive.
‘Justed my ego hasn't,
Forever thankful will I be!

Breath gleamed yestermorning,
Life did I behold fully,
Euphoria I held in my hands,
Albeit, why- I was oblivious in the regard.

Death my heart has skipped,
My being has dodged humiliation,
Fed- and more than it- I am each day,
But can't quite comprehend the reason.

Summers have I experienced,
And pains knocking at my door have I welcomed,
Yet amidst it all, glad I still remain,
In me lies light that dims it all!

Should I not shed tears each day?
Shouldn't my heart through deceit walk?
Yet glad and sad will I remain,
To this incomprehensive Love I have received.

I met a beggar yesterday,
Her hand she stretched out completely,
Empathy my frivolous thoughts couldn't attain,
Yet rang in my head "Am I any better than this soul? "

Perhaps I have given something better,
Or more faithful have I been all through,
But poor soul that I am is evil,
Filthy are my attempts at any good!

In a row desks are arranged in this attic,
My eyes skim through these words written,
And a victor will I remain when assessed,
Mysterious will the reason remain to me.

Dark alleys I have walked through,
Many imperfections has my tongue tasted,
But standing firm I am when all has faded,
But the query remains the same "why? "

What shall I conclude, then?
Over the years I have come to behold,
That Love in its entirety the Lamb has laid on me,
I can soar in the air as that Love funnels through my dunes.