Your presence is a benediction, <br />That Time thought of you, here- <br />And Space is not allowed one word <br />To move you, far or near. <br /> <br />Your breath is a vaporous sacrament, <br />The living body's tithe; <br />The foggy truth, upon the mirror: <br />That you are here, alive.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-and-now-33/
