A feel of warmth in this place.
In winter air, a scent of harvest.
No form of prayer is needed,
When by sudden grace attended.
Naturally, we fall from grace.
Mere humans, we forget what light
Led us, lonely, to this place.

Analysis, meaning and summary of John Montague's poem Blessing

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  1. somebody says:

    im hungry send me food now

  2. adelaide smith says:

    your poem is very touching and that it showed me a thing or too.But the only problem was that it was to expersing not felling.

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