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