It is not by chance
that I've come to believe
the love of our GIFT
and what we can achieve.
There are so many thoughts
that I've longed to express;
yet in the words that will follow
it keenly calms that distress.

As I sit here bewildered,
listening to the voices
of the inspired beauty
and soft spoken choices,
I will counsel with the elders
as I respect their decisions,
for the countinuance of my journey
often needs their revision.

And when it is time
to be left with myself,
I sense I'm not alone
as I reach for my shelf.
For a text will be selected
and bound within its pages
are the experience and wisdom
of the Age Old Sages.

But yet there is wonder
as my slumber eases in,
of our GIFT freely given us
by the souls of our kin.
So if tomorrow may come
just to understand my part,
my world will be well
by Finding Answers In The Heart.

Our GIFT
God Is Forever There

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