In a chasmic gap of life and death
Beyond all fears, hopes and breath
None matters when angry and alone
Wondering why it turned you stone
Whoever we are in this grand cosmos
The one watching above only knows
When you are gasping for clean air
All that is left is that one last prayer
There’s nothing as mysterious as this
It is not the agony or gut’s dehisce
Day are anguished, nights dreary
Those eyes that await become teary
No one knows how long that wait is Looking for that one touch of bliss
Reckoning if there is us or sacrifice
Either way, it never shall be paradise
QUOTIDIAN BLESSING 