A Wealth of Bliss 

November 25, 2006

Something, call it destiny or grace

Unerringly leads me to my rightful place,

I meet whom I am destined there to meet

Along a dangerous or crowded street;

Companioned by a vast protecting light

I walk unharmed, untouched in darkest night.

Enveloping arms surround me and I sense

A beauty yet unseen; as I walk through dense

And threatening forests that our lives' surround

A wealth of bliss to fill my soul is found.