IV
My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
Whole poem here.
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Being aware of being aware…being who we are and being blessed and could bless
Rod, thanks for commenting
Yes, Rupert gave us a beautiful gift.