blessing (blunt, not blind)

Bless me, O Lord,
For You are good and I must desire it,
So I am taught.

But between the teaching and the grasping,
I am learning,
As contrary is Your tendency,
These blessings are not to vanity's sake.

And so,
Bless me with what needs me,
Though I want it not.
Bless me with a constant lack,
That sees You complete what I cannot.
Bless me with a hunger that grows,
The more and more it's filled.

Not blessings blind to acquiesce,
Be not a sightless Santa stumbling through the dark.
When difficult words are needed,
When 'til best losing than gaining,
When blunt is true
And sugary sweet rots away,
Bless me, O Lord,
Bless us all.

For TC

sč
Singapore, July 1st, 2008