How fortunate I am
you have pruned and cultivated
my life and being. Thank you
for planting the soft flowers
of your self in my soul.
What have I done
to deserve your gifts?
You are a constant sunrise
shining in my body.
You have saved me
from my ignorances
again and again,
persevering with patience
and love.
I was a wild place
where you built a home
and created a garden
to walk in.
I bend low,
grateful for your presence,
sensing the perfume of your kindness,
trusting in a future
shone on by you.
Ian Trousdell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-how-fortunate-i-am/
