Best of the Blessed or Ignorant Bliss

For today's prompt, write a living poem. The lap of luxury, I thinkIs a bottomless well of inkA wildness in the untamed graceOf what to some, seems commonplaceA keen awareness of The OneWhose Sovereignty can't be outdone As, from each breath that He so willsA sense of unplumbed wonder spills Surely, best-of-the-blessed are wewho see through eyes of poetrywho find in the grind of life's grita kind of awe, in spite of itto kindle, through its thick and thina mighty ocean 'neath our skinwhere teeming tempests tug and rolland rush the regions of the soul evoking in its sweep and surgea sense of living on the vergeof  breath-stealing discoverywhere almost-poems wait to beset free, beneath the poet's penby we, Best of the Blessed, Amen p.s. (and if this is not how it isrob us not of ignorant blissIndulge our erring theoryFor the fine sake of poetryLeave us to mine the deepest sigh for joy that money cannot buywhere quests to tame and wrest the roar of waves before they meet the shorerequires more than meets the eyesof all who have not heard the criesof a poem adrift, at seadoomed to endless obscurity without whispered lifelines, ink-spunto draw them from oblivion) © Janet Martin The best poems have no words!God's love language is a universal dialect! Bless the LORD, all His works in all places of His dominion.Bless the LORD, O my soul! Let everything that has breath praise the LORD! Hallelujah!