The Blessing * Showered upon by Your sweet caress, Overflowing light whirling through my cells; I ache, As I witness the suffering of the blind, The ignorance of the deaf. I ache, As Your milk overfills my being, And urges to satiate my reluctant sisters. I ache, Like you must have, When I thought You and I were not the same, When I thought You were to be sought and found. Oh! How You must have laughed At this frail mouse before Your loving eyes! How You must have giggled, Before I saw You, Before I heard You, Before I knew that Your sweet hand is Mine too, Before I knew that We are the milk, We are the light, And the first and last laugh is Ours.