Unspeakably blessed

Unspeakably blessed
 
Ask for nothing, said my Lord,
and receive everything.
 
These words I enter
silently upon the screen.
 
Read them the same way.
No requests come
 
from a mouth sealed with gratitude,
a throat crushed with awe.
 
We’ve all been unspeakably blessed.
God made us partial so we should
 
require Him every moment
to complete ourselves
 
and share our pilgrimage
with Him consciously.
 
Coming to the end now
of my particular adventure,
 
I find myself short of everything
but far from having nothing.
 
O child, lament not your perpetual resistance.
God enters through the joints of your armor.

   

(drawing by Rich Panico)