How We Know We are Blessed

Despite all of it,
Despite what we deserve,
Despite this flesh,
We still breathe in
And breathe out.

Blood still flows hot and cold
Through my veins.
Each morning I still rise
From my rest.
Daily I yet receive
From the bread of life,
And I am blessed
When I don't have to ask,
What is this?

Each hour I may wait impatiently,
But penitence tempers me.
Each day I might find no hope,
But the infinite bursts through me.

I have seen nothing,
I have known nothing,
I have held nothing,
That can compare to this beauty.

And I know.
And I know
We are cared for,
No matter how long the night.