Creation’s Gift
ll my life I’ve had the gift
of setting verse to rhyme
And giving folks a needed lift
When ever I’ve had time.
Time’s surely one commodity
too precious just to waste
which happens when we fail to see
it vanish in our haste.
For years I’d pull my treasure chest
of talent gently out
and polish up the very best
I’d hide the rest for doubt.
Until one day, The Spirit said
relax and let it go
I’ll teach you not to use your head
to fathom what you know.
You may not know just what I mean
when I choose through you to write
for I target other hearts unseen
just waiting for the light.
Your spirit’s where creation starts
it’s there the dye is cast
go sow your seeds on others hearts
the harvest will be vast.
Since then I’ve not a single doubt
I believe whatever flows
was meant to speak to hearts about
what the spirit only knows.
Take time to smell the roses, friend
take time to spread some cheer
take time to write a card to send
take time to lend and ear.
These are the gifts that matter most
these are the ties that bind
by way of the spirit I bring this toast
seek good and the good you’ll find.
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