Blessed

A short poem on some of the blessings we tend to overlook.

Blessed are the innocent..
Who's eyes behold the light..
Eyes which search through darkness
Trying to decipher wrong from right..
Blessed are our teachers
Who guide us on our way.
Who recognize our downfalls
Then try to help us change.
Blessed are our Progeny...
Yearning to be taught.
Hungering for knowledge,
Seeking all that's to be sought...
Blessed are those who seek
Yet wind up being sought....
Kara Lynn Kampen

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