Blessed backwards

We're all blessed backwards

You and me

We all have blessings

We cannot see

Life trips you up

Until you are blind

Blessings are not always

Easy to find

When the world

Presents as unkind

Blessed looks like

Being on top

Until the illusion of grandeur 

Comes to a stop

Your will is disarmed

As your choices are few

And blessings become

Something totally new

Too blind to see

All that was before

We're blessed in a way

That is actually more

Blessed backwards is seeing

The way that we were

As an innuendo

To what we have here

Letting go is a blessing

A painful release

As we grasp at the things

That will set us free.