Blessings

to those who always
   knew the way i bow my head
and let us pray

             i pray thee share the
wealth of  
certitude  of which you
seem so blessed
some were misers hoarding
   all they posessed
and not a drop of sweet elixor
fell from the nest
to the hungry mouth below
     those who smiled and held out
the hand of plenty
to one without
             yet nothing is without
its price the gentle hand
became a vice   in its grasp i
sought to breath
    some thought it better
i thought to leave
               to find the one
who might be
         the one to free
the blessings in me