If My Blessing Ceased To Be

Sometimes I am afraid.

Who am I to deserve such a perfect slice of heaven?

Sometimes I am afraid

That something will come along and try to leaven

The odds I am playing.

If my blessing ceased to be.

Who am I to be so blessed?

To have my life so graced with love and kindness?

Who am I to be so blessed?

I am not so special as to be one of those politest

People to whom everything is easy.

If my blessing ceased to be.

Before I met you I prayed.

I asked God to bring me someone to share my life

And I prayed, long I prayed

For romance, thrills, lust, the deepest joys of being wife.

And they are mine, all for me.

If my blessing ceased to be.

And most everyday is such a joy

We spend them making a history of family and us.

And most of the time the joy is high

It’s only sometimes now and then and just

The tiniest distracting pinch of there is no guarantee.

If my blessing ceased to be.

If it is all gone tomorrow

I hope I am strong enough and fair enough to recognize

That in a short sweet time

I have had such riches and rewards as some shall never find

And I hope I am grateful and let go gracefully.

If my blessing ceased to be.

Then again, knowing me

And I do know me fairly well by now you see

I’ll wail and rail and cry

And blame anyone who comes handy for my misery

And especially when its most unfair of me.

If my blessing ceased to be.

And after that, a letting of anguish,

I know my strength and fairness will let me come to recognize

That in a short sweet time

I have had such riches and rewards as some shall never find

I will be grateful and let go gracefully, now and then forever, softly grieve.

If my blessing ceased to be.

Kathy Adams