Blessings

Know a deep feel, Feel a fond trace, Trace a new deal, Deal a sure face. Face a new day, Day that now dawns, Dawns to a play, Play that fits morn. Morn comes to fill, Fill a new sense, Sense in calm will, Will that floods tense. Tense can feel taut, Taut in harsh stress, Stress that grips naught, Naught flings new mess. Mess can mar feel, Feel in lost cause, Cause that blinds will, Will that runs course. Course can be rough, Rough as the road, Road that turns tough, Tough with harsh loads. Loads that we bring, Bring to block fear, Fear that now sings, Sings far and near. Leon Enriquez 06 November 2014 Singapore