From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   When I come face to face with death   
   And feel its hands, dried out and bloody,   
   I count myself the most blessed   
   For simply this: that I have loved you.   
      
   When I see I-am-that-I-am   
   Sprinkling the starlit mists around you,   
   I give to him a helping hand   
   With gratitude that I have loved you.   
      
   When the spring flowers are out in bloom   
   And sun is shining bright above you   
   I hope it's not much to presume   
   To thank the light that I have loved you.   
      
   As I examine in my head   
   The splendor with which life endowed you,   
   I know of nothing else; instead   
   I do know this: that I have loved you.   
      
   And as I move through space and time,   
   I no more hope to astound you,   
   I only thank the light divine   
   Simply for this: that I have loved you.   
      
   Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)