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