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The Blessing
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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.


ekoh
​© 2017