I don't know of blessings
Why they come to me
Nor why others seem
More fortunate at life's lottery.

Perhaps it is a gracious Lord
Perhaps just blind fate
That being blessed with so much
I just don't seek much more to take.

It was not always so
It will not always be,
Yet in these times I wonder
When for a moment the daily strife seems far,
Could it just possibly be
That upon some very distant star
There's an ultimate harmony
Whose days I hope to touch.

Bill Grace

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-blessings-and-stars/