BLESSED ARE WE

BLESSED ARE WE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

I cry

when I touch your book of songs, for

all ready the memory

of your love is lingering inside of me.

I cry

when the focus of my failing eyes

sees you clearly

as a spring flower on the meadow.

I cry

because I know

that this is no illusion

but the reality of a strong and powerful love.

I cry

for I know

that one day we will be separated

though our souls will transcend into heaven.

I cry

for the things

I have not been able to give you

understanding

our love is given by the Grace of God.

I cry

for the under abundance of memories

as there isn't enough time

in eternity to fulfill myself with you.

I cry

when the dawn arrives each morning

and I raise

a glass of water to my mouth, for

you have taught me

to measure divinity instead of desires.

I cry

because in the nest of my fragility

God gave me

a purpose when you arrived in my life

and I am so pleased and happy.

I cry

but without you I would certainly die

as we have grown

together as ‘One’ in this paradise

forever bonded in each other.

I cry

as you make dinner tonight

not knowing there are tears in my eyes.

Blessed

is the miracle of love, as blessed are we.